Tag: pigs
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Sit, Boo-Boo – Sit.
Have you ever known a child who is perfect one place (maybe school) and a proper little devil in another place (maybe home). I know a dog like that. His name is Blue. We call him Boo. Sit, Boo-Boo, sit. He is the opposite – perfect inside and a heathen outside. Boo and I have…
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Daisy puts her foot down
It rained, no snow but big slushy droopy mushy plops that looked like they had been hurled out from the murky clouds by a vast muddy shaking dog. And it was cold. Wet and cold. A wintry day. By afternoon I decided to throw down some extra straw and let the animals into the barn.…
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The Corn Thief
Boo has begun stealing ripe dry maize out of the field. They call it field corn here. Oh yes! He eats it! He is one BAD Boy. Bad Boo. Sheila is on a diet and deeply unimpressed. Did I tell you that I have decided to breed her myself in January. I don’t want to…
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The Kiwi has Landed and so has a new Moggie
The roof on The Coupe, the most beautiful little apartment being built for The Matriarchs retirement that will be a guest house until she gets old, (which is not yet) has finally been finished, every gutter, every cap, every little bit of every little everything is finally on. Rooves are like jigsaws every piece must…
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Sad news about Number Nine
Very quietly yesterday, Number Nine died, laid between his mother’s front legs, right under her raised chin. His nose directly below hers. He was there with his siblings and his mother not moving from him. He had not been rejected to die alone in a corner like many animals, he died right there with his…
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