It's POOLIO Season

Farmer H is getting a late start on POOLIO this year. He normally starts the draining and refilling and spending billions of dollars on chemicals at the end of May. I guess he forgot to ask for help with the cover. Sometimes The Veteran comes out, sometimes it's The Pony, and I think Old Buddy has also assisted. 

I came home from town on Tuesday to find Farmer H out back on his tractor, using the scoop to lift off the cover. It was not a simple process. Looked like he was doing it in short segments. He had the black plastic cover strapped to the lift somehow, and he'd raise it a bit just over the edge, and then manipulate it a bit while standing there, so water drained out.

Farmer H had been pumping a lot of water off that cover for a week, a bit at a time in the evenings. It's an odd task that involves a big orange extension cord that is plugged in by the dogs' water bowls, with the other end down at ground level by POOLIO. I think this keeps Farmer H from having to go down through the basement and out the door every evening. Maybe he can just control it from the porch this way.

Anyhoo... as Farmer H was coming in from his tractoring of POOLIO, I heard Pupsie and little Jack scuffling under the kitchen window. It sounded like they had something, perhaps a cow skull. Then I saw Pupsie come around, as if to get a drink, and PICK UP THE ORANGE EXTENSION CORD. She stood with it in her  mouth, looking back for Jack.

PUPSIE! NO!!!

That made Pupsie drop the cord, and go back to wrestling with Jack. But then she went to the cord again, and picked it up.

PUPSIE! NO!!! 

She looked surprised, but again dropped the extension cord. By then, Farmer H was coming up the basement steps.

"Your dog is trying to eat your big orange extension cord."

"That stupid dog! I'll fix THAT."

Farmer H went out on the porch, and started pulling up the extension cord, coiling it around his elbow. I guess he got to the end where it was plugged into something, because it came loose, and he brough it into the house.

"There. Now she cain't get it. She's gonna electrocute herself."

"Well. That would solve the problem of Pupsie..."

"She's so stupid. I bet she'll jump right in the pool. She ain't like Jack. He loves the water, but he won't even come down the steps to the deck."

That's why Farmer H has a gate to block the steps to the deck. So our pets were never at risk. My Sweet, Sweet Juno used to go down and lie on the deck watching Farmer H "swim." But Jack would not.

I can't help thinking what a show it might be, if Pupsie jumps in, and tries to avoid Farmer H catching her in the water. They might start a whirlpool.