The kind of babysitting that involved mixing up bottles.
Big bottles. For big babies.
My sister and her husband had to go out of town for the weekend, so we babysat my sister’s two bottle calves, Rocket and Dodger.
They rode up to our farm with her in the cab of their farm truck! Like little dogs!
Aren’t they adorable? Rocket, the red one, is a boy, and Dodger is a girl.
They’re smaller than Molly, our labrador — MUCH smaller.
Katy put them on leashes and they walked out to the livestock trailer, where they would stay for the weekend.
Rocket thought the 20-foot trek from the truck to the trailer was just excruciatingly long. He had to have a rest halfway there.
Purrl is wondering what new creatures she’s now going to have to contend with here on the ranch.
She’s making sure they’re good and caged. We don’t need things like that running loose around here!
Molly was infatuated.
She could not, for the life of her, figure out what these strange dogs were, or why they needed to suck on bottles!
She sniffed them all over, every time they ate, just trying to figure it out.
Rocket and Dodger didn’t mind her, they just didn’t want Molly to get any of the milk!
They’re good eaters, and they like to play. We could hear them thumping around the trailer, frisking it up.
They rode back to Katy’s Sunday evening in the back of my truck. Dodger stood up there like a dog, taking it all in. She obviously loves an adventure. Rocket is a bit more laid back, but once he gets steadier on his feet, he’ll give her a run for her money!
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