At 1 1/2 years old Timber became a
Logging Dog
This is my machine it's a Forwarder
This is my machine and my Dad
Getting instruction on where to be
when the trees are falling.
Time for a drink.
Sister came out for a visit.
(She had trouble in the woods, her legs are too short)
Timber loves it in the woods...
Ok, time to get the logs out to the landing.
In the landing...
we can park the machine and I can play
with my favorite stick.
What a life!!!
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