So,
yesterday, Monday morning, after his nightshift, G grabs me and Starbark,
who is in season for the third time since her birth seven years ago (shy bitch,
like me), we go to his parents' place to help with hay-stacking. Though one of
my favourite farm tasks, it's a pain in the ass, because it has to be done in
the dead of sub-blaze and even today I am super careful not to overheat and
keep my core temperature level. (because you do get very, very warm.)
All in
all it was an awesome day: first G and other tractorists (the day was such
EVERYONE was outside with their tractors) turned the tall grasses to dry them
out completely and I drove his mum to the field (test drive in the new car –
first time I was allowed to use it. G is SO happy to have a terrainer again, so
he can ride around off roads) where we did the finishing touches with rakes.
Then the others offed for lunch and I followed on foot with the camera, chasing
plants. Found some super huge dandelions. After lunch, after the nap,
mum-in-law and I followed G who lined the grass, ready for the harvester and
she and I waited for the neighbour to come collect the hay and drive it to
their barn. The men then got the hay to the space under the barn roof and
mum-in-law and I were supposed to rake the remaining few bits of hay into piles
to be collected later. I told her to go home; I’ll handle it on my own. Well, I
managed to get half of the field neat, before I nigh passed out and was
relieved to no end when G drove up to me to say we’re done for the day. Fuck
but that’s a loooong fucking field.
Anyway.
To the funny story.
For the
most of the afternoon, from before three till the end at nigh eight, Starbark
was with me in the open. I had her tied to the tree in the shadow while
tractors and harvesters were roaming about because she’s not used to them and I
don’t want her to die of stupidity, but after they left, I released her and she
played all over the vast estates (there are many stripe-shaped fields belonging
to different farms, having different stuff on them, though this year mostly
grass..)
So, for over five hours we were there, in
the middle of nowhere, having a good time on a beautiful day. When G drove up,
I was on one end of the stripe and when she saw him and he called for her,
Starbrak sprinted to greet him. At the exact same time all three of us noticed
GINORMOUS German shepherd at the edge of the field. G and I both started
yelling at Starbrak (because she is the kind of a dog to always get into
fights), who CHARGED the huge (100 pounds at least) male, who was so shocked by
the crazy horny pussy he started running away. But Starbark then luckily veered
back to G and he put her in her carrier in the trunk. The large dog came to us
to play, dragging two shoestrings of saliva from his head as male dogs smelling
females in heat usually do. He peed on every spot she lay or played at.
Now imagine
that dog arrived not five but ONE minute before G. What would I do? How would I
stop two dogs from either fighting or, cuter, making puppies? One was the size
of a wolf, there would be no way to get them apart if they decided to murder
one another. Luckily, very luckily, he was an extra friendly dog and if he only
came to make sweet sweet love, maybe I would be able to use the leash on him,
tie him to the tree and get Barky home, then return to release him… Of course,
that is if she obeyed me.
But so.
Impossibly, impossibly lucky timing. It didn’t occur to me a in a hundred years
that a humongous male dog might catch her scent and come check out this new
hussy in town. Because I’m naïve.
Then we had cheeries for brunch :D
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