Harley had a bit of a fright a couple of days ago. It all started when we worked on an exchange of cedar posts for backhoe work to ditch and repair Kahles Road, given that a fair exchange is no robbery. Bob is shown with John, loading the 200+ fence posts on to John's trailer for the first of five loads.
We also used the tractor and forks to lift the last wrecked car out of the field and over to the pile of scrap metal that we have collected for the next pickup. This is where Harley had a problem, you see the old car was plunked right in front of one of our walking paths and HOW DID THAT STRANGE THING GET THERE!!!!!!! For a dog that rarely barks, there was much woofing and checking in with Catherine. I walked over and gave it a hearty WHACK and then patted it, declaring it to be quite dead and safe to approach. He now is satisfied that it can rest there until it is removed. The scrap collector who did the first removal a couple of years ago managed to decline to pay us for the three truckloads and related scale weights, but we have found another dealer that appears to be more reliable. The former has gone out of business, perhaps persuaded by another irate supplier????? We understand that he is out of business and in a suitably unhappy karmic situation, given his treatment of others over the last couple of years. And so it goes, you reap what you sow. Life has a funny way of returning what you give.
