Hay Replacement

For those of you who didn't hear about our hay fiasco, go to Pony Girls blog here, she did a post about the mess. So we spent a few days, dumping the moldy hay (we did not buy it moldy, it was too wet when baled, and it molded a little over a week from when we purchased it). That was not fun! My poor OH, who did most of the work getting rid of it, and he was not happy! After 5 years of buying local hay, we have never had this happen. At least the guy gave us a full refund. So, off to buy more hay. We found someone selling local hay right down the road from us. They had approximately 40 bales left. We headed down there right away. Our regular local grower/seller won't be ready to sell his hay until the middle of July. When we got back to the house to unload, Bailey decided he wanted to jump into the truck. This dog has never jumped into the back of the truck before, not on his own, anyways! He does look like one happy dog, though. It did make it more difficult for me to move the bales to my OH. So I adjusted my routine, and worked around Bailey.



See how hard it is for me to work around him? Every time I went to pick up a bale, he was on it. So I would have to move to the next bale.



Once we were done unloading the hay, we tried to get Bailey out of the truck. Uh, nope. He didn't want to get out. So he hid under the toolbox. He acted like he was in trouble, Bailey, you are not in trouble! We just need you out of the back of the truck!



My OH had to climb into the truck to try to coax him out. Nope. Didn't work. So he had to pick him up and push him off the truck. But, my OH said we could take him with us to pick up our next load of hay. Yippee!



Bailey was loving every minute of it. Although, he did try to jump out the window. I had to roll it up halfway to keep him in the truck! If he got loose in the field, we'd probably never get him back!



I love watching my OH work. I get to drive the truck around to the next bale, while he picks them up and puts them into the truck. He says I have the easy job. I do! I am not complaining one bit!



This has to be the face of the happiest dog in the world!



Here my OH is strapping down the hay. We usually can get around 28 of the smaller local bales on the back of the truck. The bales weigh on average 50-60 lbs. If we go pick up over 28 bales, we take the flatbed trailer.



We made it back to the house. Bailey decides he has to be back up in the hay! This is something new he has decided to do, jumping into the truck and laying on the hay. Bailey and I decide to take a well needed break, well, my OH didn't think so. But wait? He's the one taking the picture right?



We are down to the last bale of hay. Ok, this dog of mine can be strange, but Bailey, do you have to lay on the last bale that we need to move from the truck? You aren't making this easy on us!



Umm, Bailey? We really need to get that last bale out of the truck! Nope, he is not going to budge. Did I say he was strange?



He looks very sad that we removed his last bale. We couldn't get him out of the truck, it's like he thought a bale of hay would suddenly reappear so he could lay on it. He is not a happy dog!

Where, oh where, did that last bale go?



This is how my OH had to get Bailey off that last bale of hay. Sorry the video is so dark, but you will get the idea!