I feel Beulah Petunia’s pain, and she feels mine. We’re both being driven insane by–
I chased Glory Bee around and around and AROUND the milk stand last night trying to herd her into the stall so I could get hold of her, get the halter on her, get her UNDER CONTROL. To no avail. She left me in tears, laughing at me. BP understands because the baby makes her cry, too.
The baby hides in this corner by the chicken house, just out of BP’s reach.
(No, I can’t grab her there. The baby moves LIKE LIGHTNING.)
The baby plays (taunts) with the dogs.
BP doesn’t like the dogs. She tells Glory Bee to stay away from the dogs!
But the baby, she just does what she wants.
Notice how defiantly she stands just outside BP’s electric fence. This drives BP crazy. It’s like trying to tell a toddler what to do when you are separated by a glass wall. Me and BP, we might as well both be on the other side. We can’t get hold of the toddler.
It’s hard to be me and BP.
But at least we have each other!