The bog is no place to be in in such heat. We're having (or were having) a heat wave and there was not a breath of air but just lots of cotton floating around!
Bog cotton! Our bank (where our turf is cut) always had bog cotton growing over it but this was the most I had ever seen. We were picking up the footed turf which had been there so long the cotton and grass was growing all over it. It was so hard to pick up! You just ended up with lumps of cotton in your hands. Between that and the heat and making sure Merle didn't wander down any bog holes it wasn't a fun time at the bog.
Merle did seem to enjoy himself in between laying down in what shade he could find from the heat (He liked to hide under the tractor and trailer)! Here he is with Steve when Johnny was moving the tractor.
With four of us loading the trailer it was done fairly quick but obviously I had to break to take some photos ;)
You can see some dirt on Merle's tongue! He was having a great time trying to eat all the turf Daddy was picking up and just anything else he could find!
Daddy messing with Merle before we left!
An exhausted Merle has enough of this bog work. He just wants to sit in the shade and sleep.