On the Eighth Day of Cutemas,

My ewe lof gave to me: Eight babes a-milking!


Fleece Navidad to Trish V., who explains this is a “homemade ‘lambateria’ made by my sister’s husband in New Zealand. They are all orphan lambs.”

Previously:

On the Seventh Day of Cutemas,

My true lof gave to me: Seven swines a-swigging!


Thank you for the pig nog, Amy Loves Yah
Previously:

Hey, you know what we should do this weekend!?

I have this really great idea—the neighbors will be beyond jealous. Bob? Bob are you listening!?


Nativity scene found by Chief Sister Officer.

Real Vikings Don’t Need Helmets

Goats, the original baaaad boys, have a long and proud and beard-y history of raiding, sacking, looting, pillaging, and plundering other people’s property. And marauding, don’t forget marauding.


When the goating gets tough, the tough get goating, kyz

You side-eyin my ‘tocks?

Will you please check out the awesomeness happening over at The Daily Piggy? Obviously they are doubling down on piglet and ‘tocks action.

Visualize Whirled Piggies

When surrounded by chaos, let go and allow yourself to enter new realms of tranquility. Maintain your center, your focus, and most of all, your dignity.


True dignity requires a cucumber slice on each eye, woodleywonderworks.

Against All Oinks

Woof! Look up in the sky! It’s a flying pig!
Really? Oink! Where? Where?
Ha, ha, made you look!
Snort. I could fly you know, if I didn’t always fall for it.


Robert R. tells us, “This is my friend’s dog, Malachy. He lives on a large farm and he is the only dog; he was quite lonely. A few days ago my friend had a call – would he like a pig? He hesitantly said yes. He thought he was getting a garden-variety piggy; he was quite surprised when Stella showed up. He was even more surprised when Stella ran up to Malachy and the two started romping around! They are now best buds.”

These Piggies Need to be in a Blanket

So excited! Don’t you love slumber partays? The chocolate mud fountain, gossip with the geese, gate crashin‘ with the goats, truth or dare with the chickens. We’re not gonna get boared…


Bedder luck next time, supermoving.

Can’t You Build the Barn Later?

I’m too terribly tie-tie to toddle today. Ta.


Jan T. says: “This is my pygmy goat, Jesse, when he was 9 days old. After a few hours of playing with his older brothers, he laid down on some boards intended for a remodeling project to take a nap.”

Nosevember already? Sinus up!

Let’s get whiff it! Presenting …a cute peegeh! What a cute li’l smeller.


Are you suggesting some of us aren’t cute?


Thank you for helping us keep our nose, er, clean dullhunk, and be_khe !

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