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May 23rd 2007 2:37 pm
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Now, before I go any further, I may as well say that Mommy has two furry, small creatres with horns that we keep in the back yard. I believe she calls them Pygmy Goats, but to me, I just call them the fuzzy things with horns. Anyway, I'm not allowed outside when she lets them out to graze along with the chickens, so I end up getting cooped up inside with my brother, Ruffus, for a few hours. Today though, I got to meet them... unexpectedly... for the first time. You see, Ruffus scratched a hole in our screen door a few weeks ago. When Mommy let the fuzzy things with horns out, one came up and stuck his head right through the hole in to my face. He smelled funny, but I got excited anyway. When Mommy found out, she got mad and made the fuzzy things with horns go back to his cage!
May 22nd 2007 12:28 pm
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My mommy had to pick up sticks for her step father because we got a big storm that knocked down a few trees and stuff. There were a ton of branches in the yard and Mommy had to pick them all up. She let me outside (we have an electric fence) with my brother Ruffus as well.
Whenever Mommy went to pick up a stick though, I'd take it before her and run around with it in my mouth until I wanted one. I drove Mommy crazy! Ruffus split the sticks in to pieces when Mommy picked them up too- what a mess!
We were driving her crazy, but she just couldn't get mad. I mean, we're way too cute!
May 21st 2007 12:41 pm
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Well, the weather is fianlly getting warmer... and those flying things... (birds as Mommy calls them) are coming cloer to the yard. But yesterday, Mommy brought the long green thing that spurts water (she calls it a hose) out for the first time this year. The water went everywhere and I got so excited, leaping in front of the stream like an idiot.
My head got completely soaked and Mommy had to dry me off before I could go in the house. Of course, I still jumped on the good couch and rubbed my head all over... I mean, come on, who doesn't love the smell of Wet Lacey in the morning?
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