Tax Time Lovelies

Well, folks—it's official. The tax return is filed, and FarmWife and Mr. J are getting a chunk of change back this year! Silly humans. They've already scrooged away every budgeted penny for bills and necessaries, but just in case Uncle Sam spontaneously kicks back a little extra cash for one of my dear readers, I thought I would present for your shopping pleasure the following Tax Time Lovelies from the giant sale barn that is the World Wide Web.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1509010&share_this=Y

This Victor fellow might have long pasterns, methinks, but he looks like a jolly chap who just needs a lift out of snowy Ohio.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1489546&share_this=Y

I think I showed you guys this one already. Can you tell I WUV him? I think he would make a very nice best (guy) friend, never of course usurping Katie's role as the other other BEST mule in the world, besides me and John Henry.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1489530&share_this=Y

Is this guy the incredible hulk of the mule world, or does he just need a slimming diet and a better camera angle? I don't love his neck, but his color's hard to beat, he's cute and sturdy, and the icing on the cake is that he lives with that pretty fellow, Flat Track. I would guess that Joe-joe wears the pants in THAT family.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1475830

This is Jim Bob. You can't see his big picture anymore, but if you could you would note that he needs about a hundred pounds of flesh. Hopefully his owners are skimping on the photo renewal fee so they can save up for mule groceries! He sounds and looks like a dear soul, though, so if you're looking for an Intrepid Adventurer like me, Fenway Bartholomule, he may be just the ticket.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1504664

This is for those of you who can't talk your husband into a new trail mule. He is not a mule. He is not even a donkey. He is a dust bunny. If you have a white Australian Shepherd, as my FarmWife does, you can easily hide this guy under the couch among the other fluffballs when your husband is due home.

'Ears to you, and to your tax return!

Fenway Bartholomule

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Here are the Cloud Dog's X-Rays

Here, for your edification, are the X-rays of dear Paisley's leg. There is, apparently, no new break (since his Monday siezure) but there is, of course, a great deal of abnormality caused by years of living with a shortened ulna. His pronounced lameness, the vet says, may temporarily improve. Unlike me, Fenway Bartholomule, poor cloud dog can't expect much in the way of a full recovery. Not having the $$$$ for surgery to fuse the joint, we are working on making some sort of rigid splint to support the limb and prevent further degeneration. That is, the humans (with their space-age material inventions and their opposable thumbs) are working on making a splint; I am working on giving cloud dog brayful looks of support and encouragement every time he totters into the yard to relieve himself. As always, he fears me (me?!) and keeps his distance. Ears to you, Fenway

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Vegan Spring Rolls

I, Fenway Bartholomule, am a vegan: of course I only eat plants, not people! My human is too, so I'm sharing my blog with her today so that she can participate in the 2014 Virtual Vegan Potluck ! When you're done perusing the recipe for these delicious spring rolls, click "back" or "forward" for the entire potluck experience! Virtual Vegan Potluck: Spring Roll Appetizers Beautiful? Check. Healthy? Check. Delicious? Check. Easy? Check. Fancy? Check. Quick to clean up after? Check. Vegan? OF COURSE! If you're looking for something portable, colorful, and crowd-pleasing for your next potluck, look no further than these simple vegan spring rolls! The best part? You can substitute ANYTHING. I never make these the same way twice, so play around with cilantro, kale, cabbage, scallions, or whatever you think sounds good! Ingredients Veggie mix: 2 carrots (grated) 4 oz mung bean sprouts 1/3 cup chopped peanuts (raw, or roasted and salted) or ...

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Catastrophy

This is the emergency broadcast system. This is not a test. I was going to entertain you with more haiku today, but something terrible has happened. I need your support. Today was supposed to be a regular spa day—a nice little hoofie trim, a fresh mane roach, an ear massage, and a handful of sunflower seeds (for shine). Instead of merely taking care of my beauty routine, however, FarmWife spent a full hour in contemplation of and attention to my overall physique. The upshot? A revision of my condition from Plump to Obese. (Her actual words, upon removing my blanket for the first time in a few days, were "Oh my God! You've ballooned!") She has decided that my fatness has become a health risk, and has resolved to exercise me as often as possible. It gets dark at 4:30. Her husband gets home at 5:30. She has small children and no sitter. This, my friends, means that I will end up being longed. Longed at the end of a stupid, smelly old rope. Forced to walk and trot...

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Mowers and raccoons and steers, oh my!

In my informal Facebook survey I learned that the majority of Friends of the Muleness want more stories—All the Stories!—and that the story they want most of all is the story of the raccoon. Farmwife says it's hardly a story at all, and that it would be something to talk about had the raccoon been in my barn, or touching my body, or gesticulating at me with it's bizarrely human little fingers to indicate that it would like a little snack or help with its homework. Alas, this is not that kind of story. Before I tell you about the raccoon I have to go backwards and tell you that I am feeling very good in my body these days. My track through the forest has been expanded, my laminitis is at bay, and my health has been very largely excellent since I came here to the Atomic Ranch in December. I am feeling so good, in fact, that I have been cleared for long walks around the neighborhood! Puck, Farmwife, and I sometimes make the long loop up Saratoga and back around Fox Spit, which ...

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