I have a love/hate relationship with our wheat fields – and they cover about 50 acres of our property. They’re absolutely gorgeous as the breezes passes through, and the vibrancy of their color is unmatchable. On the other hand, they destroy my dogs. With entire families of little rodents feasting off the seeds, Boots and Jax just can’t resist romping through the fields, hunting whatever prey they find. Boots, of course, is always the one who manages to get himself torn up enough to deserve a trip to the vet. Between the grass seeds he has had to have removed, the slices on his eyes and nose, and the squirrel bites – I swear his vet must be driving a Bentley by now. Aaah, well, it’s the trade-off, I guess!