Since My farmwife is leaving me this week, I'm going to spend the time moping about and remembering the good old days—they days when she was here with me, daily, to provide companionship, ear rubs, and blog post transcription services.
Here IS MY FIRST EVER BLOG POST:
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 29, 2009
Today my FarmWife was faced with a choice between taking a bike ride with her human child and taking a mule ride with me. She opted for the latter, but came home walking with a flat tire. I don't know if there's a moral in this, but I do know that I wouldn't have gotten a flat tire if she had picked me.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "but Fenway, you might have come up lame." I say to you this: 1. I would not have come up lame because I have hooves of steel and legs of titanium. (Knock on wood). 2. Mules are made of sturdier stock than that! and 3. Even if I had, which I wouldn't have, the FarmWife would have enjoyed the pleasure of my company as we walked home side by side.