A man...and his dog...and his skid steer

Is there a better trifecta of testosterone than a man, his old biddy beagle and his trusty skid steer? Maybe, but not in B'ton. Here Maddy has stormed the piece of power equipment to better pilot it with her thumb-deprived paws:


We filled up the dumpster with nearly all of the two shed-sized piles of crap in our yard. There was lots of dirt, debris and two filthy teddy bears from under the house in there. (Like the petrified Q Tip, the filthy teddy bears were too disturbing to post in picture form.)

I tried to convince Woody that Kenneth could in fact run faster than the skid steer but he continued to try to head butt his father with the machine: