Honey cat loves to sleep on my lap, head under my chin, kneedy feet where ever she can put them. We put a soft blanket on the top of the china cabinet-now a bookcase and Honey makes giant leaps from lap to top and back again.
The donkeys walk head to tail where ever they go. It's so neat to have Jonathan be part of the herd. Usually Jenny leads, then Jessie, Dobbin and finally Jonathan. They walk up the hill, down the hill, into the barn, out of the barn.
(Jim just asked me "What is it Tiggers do?" Do you know?)
The dogs have found their various cool places. Mac is under the breezeway, where it's nice and cool. As soon as the sun moves off the front patio, Zoe is on the bridge with her head in the small curb. Keecha often hops in the primordial swamp and sits with a big smile. Love stretches out in the breezeway, looking down through the slats at Mac.
Bucky pony continues his multiple personalities. He can be a donkey, a mule, an Oldeneburg and sometimes a Thoroughbred. You can see him change personalities as he morphs into something new. Sometimes he's just a silly pony romping all over. Nobody told him a club foot was a hindrance.
Don't know about your place but Yankee Hill is HOT!!!!!
I have a paradigm that blogs should be written at night at the end of the day, but by the time we get in from feeding 8:30-9 PM it's too late, so I am stretching to do afternoon blogs. It seems very weird.
Paradigms are funny things. They make you think inside the box. Breaking them can open a whole new world. Blog in the afternoon. Grey haired lady with a pony tail and shorts . (Boy, would my mom have had a hard time with that one). Women using weed whackers. Owning more critters than you can put in the car.
More later
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