Tess and I were out weeding in the flower garden last night while the boys were out baling hay. She was throwing such a fit I finally walked over to see what the deal was.
I do not like snakes….and had been sitting on the ground in my flower garden, weeding….not 12 foot away…in shorts and barefooted. It was gone by the time I came back with the lawnmower. Creepy…think I’ll be weeding in my knee boots from now on.