Well, two weeks into our return to Idaho Falls… I’m working three
nights a week and looking for some daytime work… We’re living on a farm in Shelley,
ID… Thanks, Vicki… It a homecoming of sorts for the boys… They’ve spent a lot
of time at this wonderland in the past…
The Prodigal Son??? Yes, I suppose my return to Idaho Falls
could fall into that description… I’m sure some of you assumed that upon
reading the title of this blog… I’m also sure some of you are “wondering” what
the hell I’m doing back here… I’m “wondering”, too…
But we’re not here today to talk about me…
No… My “Prodigal Son” is in “Wonderland” with so much room
to run and the wide variety of horse and cow shit to roll in… He’s already
sampled various “bath shits” since we’ve been here…
He’s also disappeared several times “through the looking
grass”… The grass fields surrounding the farm are high enough to hide him and
leave me “wondering” where the hell he is…
After his latest adventure this afternoon… He came back tail
wagging, a smile on his face and expecting a scolding…
But he came back happy, healthy and CLEAN!!! So there was no
need to meet him soap and a washcloth…
My “Prodigal Son” was welcomed home with hugs and kisses…
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