Five Minutes

That's how long it takes me to fill sheep, horse and chicken water buckets during lunchtime on a 95-degree day.

It's also the amount of time it takes a foster dog to find the red grease crayon that fell off the counter in the barn and to roll in it.

But it only took me about 15 seconds to realize that the red splotch above Ripley's eyebrow and the red spots on his back were grease pencil, not blood.