Fred sent me to John Cleese’s blog this morning so I could watch this video.
LOVE IT.
George and Mr. Friendly. (Note: Mr. Friendly did not actually get up on the dog himself, he was placed there.)
Mr. Friendly has better places to be, apparently.
The white Silkie. She is SO purty.
George is such a good boy – I walk through the gate, he runs over to greet me, and then he immediately sits, ’cause he knows that’s the way to get a treat. Gracie, on the other hand, has recently lost all memory of sitting – “What’s this ‘sit’ they keep saying to me?!” – and just looks at us like we’re idiots when we tell her to sit. She’s slowly re-learning it, though.
Head Rooster in Charge Michelle is keeping an eye on YOU.
Featherhead keeping an eye on me in case treats should suddenly appear.
Oscar (so named because she resembled an ostrich when she was little), one of our original 12.
One of the chickens we got from the flea market last Fall.
Rock star, just inside the coop – staying out of the wind, but taking some sun.
Giggling pup.
Bob chases off one of the young roosters. “Them’s MY WIMMIN!” says Bob.
Keeping an eye out for trouble.
The Buff rooster and one of his wimmin.
Last night, after I played with the kittens in the foster room with the laser light, I went into my bedroom where Tommy and Sugarbutt were waiting for me, and I let them chase the laser light for a few minutes. Sheriff Mama (Kara) watched with quite some disapproval as they raced around after the light, and then Sugarbutt ran too close to Kara. She had had QUITE enough of this foolishness, so when he came within smackin’ reach, she reared up and boxed his ears. I laughed until I wheezed.
She has NO tolerance for foolishness.
Previously
2008: “You (kick) are such (kickkick) an asshole (kickkickkick) get in that goddamn house!”
2007: Christ, what a weekend we had.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: God, why why WHY do women do this to themselves?
2003: A Day in the Life of Spanky.
2002: No entry.
2001: Saturday was my dumbass day.
2000: No entry.