I’ll be honest with ya, I need to let these two speak for themselves. Y’know, eventually. They’re gonna need air at some point. But all this twitterpating gets me emblushified.
The best part is, if it’s rainy and miserable outside, he doesn’t actually need the walkies. Still, you might want to keep an eye on him around your Roomba.
Hercules lives right down the road from me, more or less, at the U of M‘s College of Veterinary Medicine. About a month ago, Herc helped raise funds for the U’s new Equine Center in unique fashion — by creating hoofprint paintings as gifts to the (human) donors (of money).
The imposing palomino isn’t limited to prints, though–he’s been receiving instruction on his brush technique. This is a university, after all.
Here’s what I’d like to see, though: For your next fundraiser, tack a plain canvas dropcloth to the wall, line up a couple of paintbuckets in front of it on a sawhors… um, some kind of support… then have Hercules give ‘em each a nice solid kick. Et voila: Jackson Paddock.
Yes I do understand how you may feel constrained by the classifications currently available to you, sir or madam. However, this does not diminish my state of reptilianity. I am what I am. You see? Not all that is wet is fishy!
Thanks to Lauri for the fine fotos!
Reykjavik Ricochet Ragdoll: known as "Rikki" to the council, born to Kenya in county CatCave, squire of Bounce, terror of Spot, and all-around mooshie doodle…
…and now, Chapter Four in the Rikki Saga:
Yeb, we lubs heem. Bery buch.
(As with all the feline royalty in his line, he possesses the power of Humans R Teh Dumb, which is probably coming through in my typing… it might also explain why we thought he was a girl for two months.)
This is difficult for me to accept… and it kills me to say this… but somebody out there… [gritting teeth] [rrrrgh!] [sigh] …is weirder than me.
I spotted this on YouTube "Director Videos". Apparently PhotoAnimationGuy has a couple more of these, too, if you want to check them out.
Happy Reality-Casual Friday, peeps! — T.