What, you didn’t know? Well, the camera never lies.
Oh hai, I’m in your photo sticking my tongue out at you face.
I’m wishing real hard that you’re pulling a rabbit out of your pocket instead of a thumbnail sized piece of hotdog face.
I’m not actually making a funny face.
I’m very seriously removing all these weeds from all these puddles.
“The Cleaner” is at it again. With all the snow melt, and then heavy rains we had yesterday, there are a LOT of puddles. She sure had her work cut out for her this morning. Her jaw must be exhausted!
Mr. Woo is not making any funny faces today. I’m surprised he’s not making a sad face, actually. Last night I found a giant hole in poor Woo, right in the bend of his front leg on the opposite side from his elbow. You can kind of see the divot of hair I chopped away from the hole in this photo.
And it’s a big hole too – I can stick a whole Q-Tip in it (not something I recommend, as it makes Wootie cry). He must have stabbed himself on something in the pokies when he was crashing around in there, my poor little orange man. I’ve been cleaning it out with Hibitane and trying not to let him lick it, but we have given up on bandages because he just takes them right off as soon as I put them on. But that’s probably for the best, since it needs to heal from the inside out or it will abscess.
He’s also sad because I wouldn’t let him go mucking about in the swamp with his brother, as I don’t want yick getting into the gaping hole in his leg. The TWooie swamp-hunts alone today … or he replicates himself. Whatever.
But I didn’t have the heart to stop him from hunting with TWooie altogether.
As soon as you say “Go!” I’m going to bite Dexter face and He’s totally going to bite me as soon as I move a muscle, isn’t he? face.
Ha ha ha! Yep!
I cannot explain either of these faces.
We hope you are all enjoying Ridiculous Facial Expression Day as much as we are!
My chickens have been giving me eggs every day now, finally! And it’s not just the new hens, since I’m getting 4-5 eggs every day, which means some of the old hens are laying too. I don’t know if they were moulting, or if they just hated their smaller run, or if they prefer the straw in the hen house to the aspen shavings, but whatever the reason, I’m not complaining! In just a week’s time, I’ve gotten a couple dozen eggs – less one, because Dexter ate that one. He stole it off the table on the porch where I put them for safe keeping while cleaning out their hen house and was delighted to learn that it was not, in fact, an oddly shaped tan coloured tennis ball, but rather something edible and delicious. Watching him get all excited about his stolen treasure, I couldn’t even give him shit for stealing it in the first place. He was just too damn happy! This puppy makes me laugh and laugh all the time.
I’m a lucky girl :)
A lucky girl who is down one dog coat. Yesterday Wootie went into the pokies wearing his and came out again as naked as the day he was born. Sneaky undresser!