Papa Bear looks into the sink where I usually have the milk strained, in quart jars and iced down. This morning there is only a little over a half of quart.
"Where is the rest of the milk?"
"I gave it to Lady." She is one of our livestock guardian dogs.
"Why, Did you drip snot in it?
"No, I poured coffee in it." I have a cold, he's already laughed at me in the barn while I was milking. I had to stuff tissue up my nostrils to keep from dripping into the milk!
"You coughed in it?"
"No, I poured coffee in it."
Just as I was getting to the front door the lid come off of the milk bucket. I bent over to pick it up, forgetting that I had my Henry Milker on my shoulder. I always set my coffee in one of the compartments when I go to the milk barn. When I bent over to pick up the lid, my cup of coffee poured into the milk perfectly. I'm just standing there thinking...I can make coffee yogurt with this batch and then I think the coffee came from my very germy coffee cup and I don't know if heating the milk to 185 degrees will destroy the cold germs. Rather than risk it, I gave Lady about 3 quarts of warm coffee flavored milk. She didn't mind at all. I don't think a dog can catch a cold from a person. At the time I didn't think just to go into the house and come back later for the lid. Must be all the snot clogging up my head. I'll be glad when this is over.