The Donkey Pasture In-Progress
Cheryl made a good point yesterday that I gave you a look at the house progress, but haven’t shown much of the donkey pasture. I
Cheryl made a good point yesterday that I gave you a look at the house progress, but haven’t shown much of the donkey pasture. I
I know, I know, you come here for your daily dose of bathroom, because that’s all I seem to talk about these days and why
You’ve got to be kidding me. No way in hell we’re coming out there. Okay. Fine. But…whaa?? What the hell is this?! Is this some
…what the hell are you doing to our barn? Other than just plain making a mess, we’re making a last-ditch effort to get water and
I mean, you had to know we were going to go there, right? PJ was all, “I’d rather wear the horns, please.” She’s such a
One of the things I learned to do this weekend aside from removing a splinter with my teeth, was how to trim donkey hoofs. Miniature
We’ve been wondering since we brought the donkeys back in April whether or not we had a baby donkey on the way. Miniature donkey gestation
This weekend MysteryMan caught a peculiar sight on camera. At first it looks like a plain old miniature donkey. Not a strange sight around these
It may start to seem like all we do around here is loll about in the sun. It’s not far from the truth… we do
Walking through the door to the house to find a significant number of interior walls gone. And a big pile of rubble in the middle
We made it back– donkeys included– late Friday night. My sanity took another 24 hours to catch up with us. The girls handled the entire
Day 1 of the Hauling Ass tour of 2010 was a complete success, thanks to MysteryMan’s aunt, grandpa, and dad who outfitted the cap of
Add this to the list of things not usually seen in the rearview mirror…
Driving 1500 miles with donkeys in the back of your pickup takes a little practice… jury is still out on how well this is going
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