October 14, 2017

White Dog assigned tasks and the White Dog Army put on their red flannel lumberjack shirts. It was time to help Steve get rid of the kind of scary Friday the Thirteenth prank nature pulled on us

They began by gathering up the smaller debris and stacking the sticks.

Then the White Dog Army supervised from on the deck while Steve used the chainsaw to cut the main branch into more manageable pieces.

Steve, with help, loaded the chunks into the wheel barrel.

The poor Bradford Pear Tree had to have a couple of ITS delicate limbs removed; the falling branch had broken and damaged it when it landed nearly on top of the little ornamental. White Dog and Bella looked online for a dressing to protect the tree as we wrapped the wounds.


The White Dog Army agreed that dad's wood chipper was pretty awesome in its ability to "chew" an entire stick to mulch in just seconds. And Bailey thought the mulch was a delightful "dry bath"
to roll in.

Two hours later the back door banged in tune with the dog door as Steve and the crew came in; task completed. Nilla and White Dog offered warm apple cheddar muffins to go with the duck jerky for our hungry hearty lumberjacks.

High fives with full mouths all around for a mission accomplished.