I have officially signed up for another year working out for my uncle on Purring Dog Farm and I still don’t know why I participate in the ritual masochism. It’s going to be my fourth year and the farms fourth year as well. The only difference between this year and the past few is we’ll have a few interns on hand and I’m actually going to be scoring some college credit as well.
I’m making this my goal for the week, even though it’s going to take a summer.
A taste of Tennessee.
Where else can you release a batch of homicidal chickens out to get eaten by coyotes?