I don’t know if I ever said it before but I have a pretty simple motto, or rule to live by out here following my cowboy around as he does his job on the Alberta Prairie.
” Rest when you can!”
It was hot. On hot days, rest happens at the dugout. We didn’t have far to move the cows and we just went from one dug out to the next then out the gate.
Gus is a good worker, like his dad, maybe too good. He thinks everyone needs his help and tuckers himself out. He did too much and I ended up having to load him on my horse with me to get him to the dug out after we moved the last bunch out the gate.