Augery

The dreaded division of my living quarters has begun. Saturday the male human and his friend went off with the truck and came back with a strange machine in the back. It looked like a very large lawn mower with four appendages sticking out at each corner. It has a long, twisted metal bit that sticks into the ground. It glugs back a drink of gasoline and suddenly springs into action, roaring and flinging dirt around like TJ on a digging mission. We watched them make some holes around the yard and then they took it into my stall. I now have two posts in the exact middle and I know that the worst is yet to come.

I discovered these posts when I trudged in after the other three. TJ had already been in my stall to see the changes and wove in and out and around the posts and then shot out into the aisle. "Hey, I'm gonna have a lotsa fun in ther", he said. I can hardly wait. I lose half my living quarters and have the lunatic mule as a next door neighbour. Iwas so taken aback by the sudden post appearance that I froze in the stall doorway, ignored my dinner and was still in the same position when the woman came back later in the evening. The full horror of it all washed over me in waves. Mule-zilla is coming to live on my doorstep. This does not auger well (sorry, but that was irresistable).