tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post2640116691782385799..comments2024-03-21T18:54:06.548-07:00Comments on Old Enough to Know Better: It's All RelativeSteve Perryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079658447270792228noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-19965223037025072712007-06-02T22:19:00.000-07:002007-06-02T22:19:00.000-07:00At least a hay bale dog had the truly psychedelic ...At least a hay bale dog had the truly psychedelic experience of smelling the world go by at fifty miles an hour. We nose-dead humans just can't imagine...Dan Gambierahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04172075070150854447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29640480.post-33152943311020306452007-06-01T09:58:00.000-07:002007-06-01T09:58:00.000-07:00Putting up hay (although that's a bale of straw in...Putting up hay (although that's a bale of straw in the photo, city folks) was about the hardest way to make money when I was a kid. 2 or 3 cents a bale was what you got, but this didn't count the food that the farmer supplied. Noodles on top of mashed potatoes? Yep, a genuine Indiana high-carb treat that supplied enough fuel to let you move 100-pound bales all day. The dogs were smarter: they would just sit in the shade and watch the humans sweat, with occasional forays after snakes, groundhogs and other critters that were stirred up by the hay rake or baler.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com