Saturday, January 5, 2013
Once a dairy farmer
Always a dairy farmer. Today while we visited my dad at the hospital, he was asking how he could keep his muscles or strength up while he lays in a bed. We told him to flex him muscles a few times an hour. He squeezed his hands and replyed that he couldn't do that with out a cow. I reached up behind me and made him "Bessie" she didn't look like a cow but it did give him four teats to squeeze. He had a good laugh squeezing while pointing the glove at us.
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