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Because my life is full of it.
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Geesh, it’s hard enough to win a championship when you’re deaf… but dead?
That’s seriously impressive.
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In case you were wondering.
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Ugh.
The pickle algorithm has struck again.
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Substitute cat for dog at this point, but the sentiment is the same.
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It takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’.
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Maybe Star Trek was onto something.
Long live Veeger.
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I live for this level of ridiculousness.
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Politicians have been doing it for decades, I don’t see why amphibians can’t.
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Casio can suck it.
Lord Dudley concurs.
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And I thought the giant baby we elected was bad…
Yikes.
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I would not.
They’re way too cute.
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Well, there goes my plan to survive the next four years.
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And people think I’m nuts for putting a harness on our cat.
Geesh.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten stretched out beside me yesterday while I was reading ….
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And his head made a perfect resting spot for my bookmark.
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His Lordship was not amused.
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And oh yeah, I’m going to pay for this.
If not now…
Then soon.
Feline revenge is a dish best served cold.
🤣
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Doing dishes the other morning I noticed movement on the farm across the street.
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A young buck had been startled and was running across the field in front of the not yet finished greenhouses.
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They sure do blend in this time of year.
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In other news I saw an advertisement for a product I certainly could have used back in the day.
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Not dying anymore is all you can ask for in a hangover cure…
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten is enjoying our new coffee tables.
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More specifically, he’s enjoying the shelf on the bottom of the tables.
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He sleeps there and often brings a toy along.
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But as cute as we think he is, I admit he does have a bit of an overbite problem.
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Dracula kitty.
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🤣
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten caught a mouse yesterday.
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Pulled it out from under the day lily undergrowth just as proud as could be.
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Not that he knew what to do with it.
We have a lot of mice here in the country, and yes… they’re sweet, but they also try to find a way in our nice warm house in the winter and that I can do without.
His Lordship’s mother would prefer he catch and quickly dispatch the rodents to Mickey Mouse heaven but Lord Dudley is a pacifist and prefers to make friends instead.
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He and his new buddy hung out like this for a while … and then went their separate ways.
Sigh.
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My husband needed something in the little storage room at the back of our garage the other day.
We rarely use it, but the woodchucks certainly do.
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It was all he could do to open the door…
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And even that required a shovel.
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From one little access point, they sure did make a mess.
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Once things were removed we found this:
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Tiny shredded strips of a tarp that used to be whole.
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An entire morning was spent putting things right.
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And not without my husband spouting a few choice words for our furry little digging friends.
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🥴
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Being that I’m the annoying person on road trips who always announces cow! when one is passed, you know I thoroughly enjoyed the bovine section of the fair.
Cows of every size, shape and color were on display and I was a happy camper.
This is Fred.
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We petted Fred and Fred didn’t mind.
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This prize winner was sectioned off with multiple warnings not to touch. And as hard as that was… his coat was delightful!…even my has to touch everything husband obeyed.
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There were stocky legged cows…
( I feel you buddy, I really do)
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And Oreo cows…
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And tufted ears cows.
Isn’t that the sweetest!
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I did feel sorry for this particular cow.
Poor thing had the worst name ever.
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This next lady also had a do not touch sign.
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And with those horns it was easy to comply.
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Want to feel small?
Spend some time in the ox barn.
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Room with a view.
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Cow!
❤️
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What’s a fair without a livestock show?
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Boring, that’s what.
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So we found ourselves in the bleachers for the dairy cow beauty pageant.
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My husband was raised on a dairy farm and provided a helpful running commentary.
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There were multiple categories and weight classes and we enjoyed a steady parade of bodacious bovines.
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A winner having her portrait taken.
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After that show, my husband headed for the pulling ring.
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This is my least favorite show because I hate to see the animals straining. Thankfully our timing was bad and it was over shortly after we arrived.
😉
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A boy and his oxen.
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Is it me… or do llamas look snarky?
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I mean, look at that face.
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Pure attitude.
😊
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The alpaca? Not so much.
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But this guy on the left?
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You know he’s telling his owner where to stick it.
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Chickens are hard to photograph at the fair. Too many cage bars and if you try to get closer? You get pecked.
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Or in this case, fluffy butted.
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Pigs on the other hand, rarely give a damn.
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My late father had a pet pig as a child. He and my mother collected weird little pig oddities when I was young so I’ve always had a soft spot for piggies.
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Clever names aside…
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This poor momma was busy.
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Leopard print pig?
Interesting.
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Can I get an awww?
💕
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