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I cannot, unfortunately, sign up for my own Dogster account. There are rules about it, and it looks like it's a pawbeasts-only deal.

Here, because I wanted one badly enough to host my own, is my "Mulester" profile, fashioned after the Catster and Dogster templates.

Fenway Bartholomule

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Mulester stats for Fenway
Corralled: 67 times  Pals: 670  Views: 66,409

Hooves:  by a kazillion voters  
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Leave a carrot for Fenway!


Nicknames:
Fen, Fenbar, Mulerooni, Muley-pie, Fattie McFatterson, Muley-baby, Hungry hungry hippo, Mr. Belly.

Muley Dynamics:

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Quick Bio:
-perfect-brilliant-adored

Likes:
Grazing, Trail Rides, Ear Rubs, Precipitous Slopes

Pet-Peeves:
Metal bits (Sealtex is his friend!); being curried

Favorite Toy:
The internet

Favorite Food:
Carrots, Black Oil Sunflower Seeds

Favorite Walk:
Anywhere FarmWife cares to take him

Best Tricks:
Braying for his breakfast

Arrival Story:
Fenway lived with a Wickersham neighbor under the name "Buck" for several years before he came to Bent Barrow Farm as a gift, purchased for the covetous FarmWife by her mother.

Forums Motto:
Ears to you!

I've Been On Mulester Since:
Thursday, September 2nd, 2010



Mulester Id:
AW350M3

Meet my family

Satchel - In
Loving Memory		Mirri - in
loving memory		DesmondTownes Van
Zandt
Maggie - In
Loving Memory








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