Rakin' in the dough

FarmWife has hardly ridden me at all this week, and do you know why? She is busy making sick amounts of money! Money for things like gravel, hay, rain sheets, and maybe someday a replacement for the poor old Volvo hay mother.

FarmWife is very happily employed at her computer, and she promises we'll hit the hillside this weekend together. In the meantime, she tells me to rub my hooves together in gleeful anticipation of some new footing. She also tells me to be grateful she works where she does—after all, I can always catch her eye through the office window when her services are truly needed in the paddock.

Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule

A.P. file photo.

FarmWife says she needs a new vehicle soon.
I recommend something along these lines.