I walked her home from the playground. We were chatting. It was getting late. I knew I should go. Then, she looked at me with her amazing brown eyes. I felt my heartbeat racing. We hesitated, then, it happened.
Sweet smoochers via redditer MayanCountry.
I see we got some darn fine knobullarity here, wouldn’tcha say?
So, this is Molly when she was a bebeh. Mama didn’t let Molly nurse, so those nice Tufts Veterinary Medicine peeps down there fixed ‘er right up. Ya sure, the neck bandage was for her catheter, don’tcha know. Well, Molly’s three and a half years tall now and she’s doin’ just okie dokie!
My old grandhoggy snorfed this farm for near 80 years. Yep, he said to me this farm, if properly snorfed, is like an all you can snorf buffet. “A snörfgasbord!”, he would say. Then he always slapped his knee and chuckled.
One snorf at a time, Wrought
Because Primrose the premie donkey was born with weak front legs, she gets to wear the ultimate pair of toe shoes until she can stand on her own four feet.
Thoroughly unimpressed FaveFrame™!
(First, it’ll be the chin scratch — yep, there it is — to be followed by the painful cheek pinch and the cooing of “Have you been a good girl, Beatrice?”)
It’s a baby dik-dik borned at the Chester Zoo. Story, mo’ pitchas here.
See, honey? Munch-munch, grass is good. Munch-munch, yummy grass. Munch-munch, mmmm tasty. Gggak ergh awk, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it! Urkkk!
So maybe that’s why donkeys make that ee-aw sound, Sam
There should be an ice cream flavor named after these guys.
You ice-cream lovers got any ideas? I’ll get the spoons!
Thanks for the 2 scoops of Appaloosa, Robot. Photo by Olga Itina.
July 19, 1906: “Third day of bright sunshine and fifth without rain. Miss Flowerdew gave me two Creeping Plume of the Meadow which she had gathered growing wild in Berwickleyshire. Their conspicuous blooms make fine patches of color among the green blades. Presently the air hangs quite heavy with their distinctive perfume.” …drops pen and diary, keels over
With apologies to Edith Holden, via Mike Lentz.
I can feel those mid-afternoon sleepies creepin’ up on me… (and I think I’m getting vertigo from having my head on such a long neck!)
Were you saying something, Lorraine C.? Must’ve dozed off there.
You wanna play pin the tail on the donkey with me?
Oh silly, you know that game’s a pain in the ass.
Mule never walk alone, klearchos kapoutsis.
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