After the (hopefully) last snowfall, the Captain uses the wood splitter to split the firewood into sizes that would more easily fit into the woodstove. The “helpers,” Emma and Ruby, do their best to be useful.
Ruby packs pieces of firewood to various places in the yard, while Emma checks the place over for mice and rats.
Something has been here under this old pile of lumber. Emma gets right into her work of flushing out the “something.”
The dirt flies everywhere, but a lot of it sticks to Emma’s once shiny coat.
Whatever had been there, must have moved. Emma tries the other side to block off its escape route.
Finally, the Captain calls, “Okay, that’s enough. Look at you. So dirty!”
They find a chunk of wood and help with the firewood job again.
While the Captain rests in a nearby lawn chair, he takes off his gloves.
Two sets of dog ears perk up (as much as floppy spaniel ears can perk up).
“The gloves are off” has a different meaning for these guys. They are alert and eager to retrieve any gloves that may soon be flying around the yard.
“Here I come! Look at me!” says Emma.
“Do it again, Dad!”