Anyway, we got it done ... and Katy now has a set of what seem to be a good flock at her place. I am interested to see how they do out there.
Then off to the Wilder Bar we went. Sat with John and had several beers and chatted about everything under the sun. It was a nice way to spend a very hot Saturday afternoon. Much better than working on fencing! Although, not nearly as productive.
Later in the afternoon, we went back to The Leaf, picked up my truck, drove back to my house, picked up the black-headed Dorpers and the rest of my dogs. We met up with Janie at a couple's house who wants to use our sheep to graze down their pasture. Dropped them off and headed back to the Leaf. Fed dogs and let them run for a bit before heading back to yes ... you guessed it ... the Wilder Bar. On bicycles. 5 miles. It was a great ride! I love the farmland out there, and going out on a bike gave us time to check it all out. So in we walk ... smelling like sheep, as usual.
At the WB, they were setting up for a "Beer Pong" tournament. $7 entry fee. Jason asked me if I was in. I said no. Then he asked Katy. She said sure. Well, I couldn't let her do that all by herself. So I entered also. Had I known what I was getting myself into, I would have let her do this all by herself! Some friend I am, eh?
Ok ... wait. Now let's talk about the Wilder Bar. Here are the demographics for the town of Wilder itself. To say it's a small place is an understatement. But in this tiny town, is a place called the Wilder Bar.
This is Jason. He and his wife are the owners. I don't have a photo of his wife, but she is very sweet and lots of fun.
LOL!!
The sexy one on the left is John (one of the bartenders). He also works as a naked DJ.
The WB is a lot of fun, as there are many locals that gather on a regular basis and just enjoy life.
Pool. One of my favorite games ... and one of the most frustrating ...
Sorry sorry. I'm getting sidetracked. Back to the WB. Great place ... great owners ... fun bartenders ... good cold beer!
They even serve Corona Light! They need to learn how to properly cut a lime and quit being so cheap with the fruit, but they'll get there. If I bitch enough, they'll give in, I'm sure. ;-)
Ok ok ... so now Katy and I are entered in this Beer Pong tournament. The idea of the game is this. There's a 4x8 sheet of plywood laid flat over a table. That's our pong table. There are six cups in a triangle shape place on each end of the plywood, all the cups being 1/3 full of beer. The beer of choice for the night started out being PBR, but changed to Coors Light at some point. The idea is to throw a ping pong ball at your opponent's cups in hopes of landing the ball in one of the cups and making your opponent drink the contents. This goes back and forth until one player has no more cups left. Loser drinks the winner's remaining cups. To fill the 12 cups, it took approximately 1 pitcher of beer.
Katy was up first. She lost her first round and drank lots of beer.
I was up third. I lost my first round and drank lots of beer.
Katy was up again and won her second round and still drank lots of beer.
I was up again and played Jason ... and lost hard ... and drank lots of beer.
Katy was up again and played Jason also and lost and drank lots of beer.
And we laughed a ton. And drank some more.
And I am sure we still smell like sheep.
1:00 a.m. rolls around and it's time for us to head out. We hop on our bikes and start strolling down the very dark road on our merry little way.
A car is approaching from the opposite direction. No biggie. We merge to the right and continue riding. The car is a Parma police officer, and he passes us, turns around, and then slowly follows us for a bit. We just pull over.
The cop gets out of the car, give us a short lecture on bike safety and mentions how we have no headlights, and very few reflectors, and double-checks to make sure we are in agreement that it would not be good to drink alcohol prior to riding on a bicycle at 1:00 a.m. in the dark on a long dark road in the middle of farm land. We wholeheartedly agree and we continue on our way. Whatever made that cop think that us two girls were drinking when seeing us at 1:00 a.m. on bikes in the middle of nowhere about 3 blocks from a very small town bar is beyond me.
Had the cop followed us for a few more blocks, he would have seen us non-drunks pull over to pee on the very dark non-drunk street. Stone cold sober.
Slept for a few hours (not nearly enough) and woke up feeling ... like shit! My head hurt and I was moving very slowly. We finally got it together and Katy mowed the front of the Leaf, and I mowed the foxtails down in the recessed yard by the driveway. The foxtails are so bad right now. They are all drying out ... and they are everywhere. I've been battling them at my house for a couple of weeks now trying to make my place as safe for the dogs as possible. I am losing.
Anyway, we went to breakfast, and went back to the Leaf and finished up what we were doing, although we got nothing done in the way of demolition of the corral area or construction of the new (insert what Katy wants here). Pretty unproductive weekend. But at least Katy has some sheep now who can hopefully start chewing up some of the growth in the pasture.
I came home and slept for a couple of hours ... hard. And I've been on the computer ever since. Echo had a foxtail in her nose earlier. She was none too pleased with me when I kept shoving her face in water. It got to the point where she wouldn't readily come near me. But it seems it worked. The sneezing stopped, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that she got it out. Damned things. Everyone's feet are getting checked and trimmed way back tomorrow.
Happy tails,
Jodi
I marked them as Canada Geese, but that's not what they look like.
