When I don't post here at Brays of Our Lives, you can assume one of two things:
A) I'm out in the woods being Intrepid and Mighty, with FarmWife astride. This was the case this morning, and tomorrow I'll give you all sorts of cheerful anecdotes about our daring adventures.
B) I'm standing in my paddock being Lonesome and Forlorn, with FarmWife at work. This was the case yesterday and again this afternoon, and tomorrow I'll cheerfully eat some of the hay which she pays for, in part, through her efforts.
Never fear, my dear friends—whether I post or whether I don't, you're always in my noble and capacious heart.
Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule
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- How to Live
- Silent Saturday
- Evil tires, evil vegetables.
- Your heart
- A B question
- Yo ho ho and a bothered bun
- An honor and a privilege—the Stylish Blogger award
- I am the only animal blogger in the family.
- Arts and crafts
- The Bold and the Brayful: fantasy versus reality
- The Breeding Question
- January 15, 1929-April 4, 1968
- Up at Dawn
- Ode to a Tractor Guy
- For Alan, who wondered about my name
- Chihuahua Love
- Anyone take their little dog riding?
- Deep $#!%
- Does this sheet make my butt look big?
- Eagle infestation
- Eight things that have been on my mind
- State of Mind
- Work defined
- Sitting
- Paddock Paradise?
- failgoats
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- Longing alternative
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Here's hoping for more of A and less of B.
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