Comments on: At least it’s better than corn harvest. . . http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/ I'm physically incapable of making a long story short - and I've been making short stories long for years. Mon, 01 Dec 2008 18:55:19 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.2 by: Anonymous http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2135 Sat, 22 Oct 2005 04:06:00 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2135 Never a dull moment. Yesterday, I met a beet truck at the side of the road that had blown a front tire with a full load on and didn't spill a beet. Tire pieces scattered for a mile and front end of truck a mess but driver and cargo fine. I'll bet that was quite a ride. bonnie Never a dull moment. Yesterday, I met a beet truck at the side of the road that had blown a front tire with a full load on and didn’t spill a beet. Tire pieces scattered for a mile and front end of truck a mess but driver and cargo fine. I’ll bet that was quite a ride. bonnie

]]> by: weese http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2134 Fri, 21 Oct 2005 17:36:00 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2134 how is that Gentle Leader? we were going to try that on ours... but decided to stick with her pronged collar. pain seems to speak to this dog. how is that Gentle Leader?
we were going to try that on ours… but decided to stick with her pronged collar. pain seems to speak to this dog.

]]> by: Anonymous http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2133 Fri, 21 Oct 2005 05:25:00 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2133 Sorry to hear about the Baron's diagnosis. (It reminds me of the joke about Billy Carter sending a bottle of Billy Beer to the Georgia State Agriculture lab in the late 70's, and getting a letter back, saying, <I>"Dear Mr. Carter: It is with deep regret that we must inform you that your horse has diabetes."</I>) Having gotten the same word from the doctor 2-1/2 years ago, I can relate. (It wasn't a surprise: being a connoisseur of <I>cuisine de junque</I>, along with a six-pack of Pepsi-Cola a day habit, I figured I had it coming.) My condition has been controlled by medication (Avandamet, twice a day), and <I>some</I> moderation of my diet (eating more chicken and turkey, and cutting down on the fatty foods, along with drinking diet colas--which I've gotten used to). My only other advice is that he walk to wherever he needs to go in the fields, when practical--since exercise helps a lot. (And hope--as I do--that when the day comes when he needs insulin, that it can be taken as a pill or nose spray. My dad--who has had the disease for years--has to inject himself three times every day.) And make sure he tests his blood sugar three or four hours after eating--that's the best and most accurate way to test. (He'll get used to poking his fingers. It took me about three months--but then, I'm not a farmer.) Get well wishes for Ty. Hope it's nothing serious. A few years ago, My Massive Mangy Mountain of Mutt suddenly went lame for a few days. Suffice it to say, Daddy was worried sick. Never really found out what happened, but I suspect she'd been stung by a scorpion, as I had found a couple of little ones in the house. As for dealing with the little one, all I can say is good luck, as I can't really give you any tips. (To this day, Sheba takes me out for a drag every day--when she's not eating the house, that is.) Hang in there. Tomorrow is another day. (My grasp of the obvious knows no bounds.) And remember, things will get worse before they get better--and who the @%$&#38;# said things were ever going to get any better, anyway? (Being a naturalized Arizonan, I subscribe to the <B>Pessimist's Creed</B>: In front of every silver lining resides an <I>extremely</I> dark cloud. <B>Kirk</B> (who is going under the name of "azamlg" this evening--on my way to 2600 East Van Buren in Phoenix, better known as the luxuriously-padded Hoo-hoo Hotel) Sorry to hear about the Baron’s diagnosis. (It reminds me of the joke about Billy Carter sending a bottle of Billy Beer to the Georgia State Agriculture lab in the late 70’s, and getting a letter back, saying, “Dear Mr. Carter: It is with deep regret that we must inform you that your horse has diabetes.”) Having gotten the same word from the doctor 2-1/2 years ago, I can relate. (It wasn’t a surprise: being a connoisseur of cuisine de junque, along with a six-pack of Pepsi-Cola a day habit, I figured I had it coming.) My condition has been controlled by medication (Avandamet, twice a day), and some moderation of my diet (eating more chicken and turkey, and cutting down on the fatty foods, along with drinking diet colas–which I’ve gotten used to). My only other advice is that he walk to wherever he needs to go in the fields, when practical–since exercise helps a lot. (And hope–as I do–that when the day comes when he needs insulin, that it can be taken as a pill or nose spray. My dad–who has had the disease for years–has to inject himself three times every day.) And make sure he tests his blood sugar three or four hours after eating–that’s the best and most accurate way to test. (He’ll get used to poking his fingers. It took me about three months–but then, I’m not a farmer.)

Get well wishes for Ty. Hope it’s nothing serious. A few years ago, My Massive Mangy Mountain of Mutt suddenly went lame for a few days. Suffice it to say, Daddy was worried sick. Never really found out what happened, but I suspect she’d been stung by a scorpion, as I had found a couple of little ones in the house. As for dealing with the little one, all I can say is good luck, as I can’t really give you any tips. (To this day, Sheba takes me out for a drag every day–when she’s not eating the house, that is.)

Hang in there. Tomorrow is another day. (My grasp of the obvious knows no bounds.) And remember, things will get worse before they get better–and who the @%$&# said things were ever going to get any better, anyway? (Being a naturalized Arizonan, I subscribe to the Pessimist’s Creed: In front of every silver lining resides an extremely dark cloud.

Kirk (who is going under the name of “azamlg” this evening–on my way to 2600 East Van Buren in Phoenix, better known as the luxuriously-padded Hoo-hoo Hotel)

]]> by: Anonymous http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2132 Fri, 21 Oct 2005 04:57:00 +0000 http://www.karbonkountymoos.com/2005/10/20/at-least-its-better-than-corn-harvest/#comment-2132 Oh, my goodness - your days are all full of such excitement and constant activity. Glad to hear Ty is doing better. My big excitement today was to teach Maggie to go in and out of the dog door. Got tired of hearing her yap to be let back in constantly, so took out the string cheese, and after a bit, she had it down. Thank goodness. Linn Oh, my goodness - your days are all full of such excitement and constant activity. Glad to hear Ty is doing better. My big excitement today was to teach Maggie to go in and out of the dog door. Got tired of hearing her yap to be let back in constantly, so took out the string cheese, and after a bit, she had it down. Thank goodness. Linn

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