Stuck in the Mud

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The sun was shining, the grass still growing and I pushed the back door open and I shoved my way through the grass, hoping that there would be no ticks hanging on looking for a blood donor. I waded to the shed and got the extension cord, the battery charger and headed out to the riding mower sitting, broken down in the middle of the yard. Tony hooked`er up and I filled the tank to old push mower with the wobbly back tire. I fired up the mower and began to cut my way out , the back door first and then around to the front door, stopped and refilled with gas.... I knew I had to find the dogs out in the green mass, I could hear them bark. First down to Harley and next up to Roscoe, both dogs jumping for joy! They could now see again. With the battery charged and a new spark plug old yellow fired up and Tony, yes TONY began to mow and mow and mow! Driving my mower like he stole it. With a home in sight and the dogs able to walk around I ran out of gas..... I pushed the mower to the shed and then I hear nothing. I walk out and Tony did the unthinkable..... he went out to the lower field. I yelled " Are you okay?" He said " I am stuck in the mud!" I walked out to help and we barely got it out of the ankle deep water, to a dry hump... she is waiting to be fired up again, But not today. That was my adventure in mowing grass all evening. How was your day?