Cliiiiimb every mountain

I’ve been trying to get around to this post for a long time, but in order to do so, I needed a mountain, or a reasonable facsimile.  Can’t find one, so we’ll have to make do with this A-Frame as a substitute.  If you love me, you’ll just let that slide right on by.  XOXO.

My friend Robyn, woman-servant to Lovely Luna and her nefarious sidekick, Jenn “Snowbeard,” is going to climb Mount Kilamanjaro.  I mean, Kilimonjeero.  I mean … oh screw it, she’s climbing a really tall mountain in Africa for charity.  Read about it for yourself here.

Of course, this is not dog related, but Robyn is a good egg.  And let’s be honest – you’re going to get real old some day too.  You might be lucky enough to do it gracefully, or it might happen a different way and hospice care could figure big in your life at some point too.  So it’s good to support this kind of thing.  And Robyn introduced me to one of my favourite written phrases ever.

DOITDOITDOITDOITDOIT!!!

I AM doing it, as fast as I can too.  Chill out, Food Lady!

Yesterday, somehow, I went to Auntie Cheryl’s Farm Of Evil Critters and I got suckered into vaccinating a bunch of sheep and two very cranky llamas.  Cheryl said “I don’t like to poke my animals” which I thought was so tender of her.  But your Food Lady is very, very gullible.  I know Cheryl, and have for years.  She’s the one who took this photo of Briggs like 11 years ago.  So given this long history between us, I should know better.

What she really meant was “My animals hate it when they get needles, and hold deep, long standing grudges against the poker-wielder.”  Why didn’t I realize this??

Angry Llamas are scary as hell.  And you’ll know they are angry when their ears disappear.

Stupid llamas.

After they threatened to kick me, and I after I made Cheryl promise in writing (in blood) that they would not spit on me, I finally went in and vaccinated some angry llamas.  Some angry, stinky, jumpy, tall, mean llamas.

After causing “brief but intense pain” (it actually says that on the label!!) to her sheep and nearly killing the oldest whether, Isakk, I had to hightail it out of the critter yard because they were all standing in a corner plotting their revenge.

I didn’t have to vaccinate the mini horses, but they watched the whole thing, and they hate me now too.

We were going to try Dexter on Cheryl’s sheep afterward, but again they were experiencing “brief but intense pain” and I didn’t think that was very nice to do to them.  Also, I didn’t want them to stomp the shit out of my puppy in revenge.  So instead we played a little Dumbball.

It’s Ru’s favouite thing to do.  And Dexter wants to be Just Like Ru (he’ll need to get that other ear up first)

And we played a little agility.  This would have been a really nice photo, except Woo’s tail wandered by just as I was taking it and messed up the focus a little bit.

And then I got to indulge in one of *my* favourite pastimes, which is chasing and catching chickens.  So now the chickens hate me too.

Oh look, there she is.  Everyone turn away from the camera and ruin her shot.

*shakes fist at chickens*

Not a bad way to spend a lovely Spring day!  Although, now I have to watch my back against angry farm animals.

Don’t forget to go visit Robyn as she prepares to go to The Roof Of Africa for charity.  She’s taking a friend as well, who also has a blog about it.

Fat people can climb mountains too.