Nice poem, balestabber. One of our dogs got run over by a tractor this morning, and the jury is still out whether or not he will make it. Lightning was popping, the thunder was booming, and the two dogs were trying to get under anything for protection. We were trying to get a few more bales from some windrowed hay that didn't get baled last night. We did get about a dozen made before it started to pour. Ended up getting seven tenths of an inch of quite welcome rain, but feel bad for our dog, General. Hopefully he'll pull through.