Leveraging my incredible, cosmic power for good

Update on the biggest human child: she had her appendix out yesterday, as I mentioned on my Facebook page, and it went well. She's resting now and will probably be out of the hospital by dinner time.

Do mules have appendices? I hope not! They sound like icky little organs if you ask me.

What I really wanted to tell you, though, is that I, Fenway Bartholomule, am on a mission to eat more Cheerios. And granola bars. And fruit roll-ups. And cake.

Actually, FarmWife doesn't let me eat any of those things but I would if I could. Do you know why? Each and every one of those things comes in a box with this upon it:

This is a powerful little pencil thingy! If I collect them and give them to the larval humans' elementary school, it benefits educational programs that will otherwise go unfunded. It helps the kids have a mulish upbringing full of joyful opportunity.

Do you live near an underfunded but deserving school? If not, do you want to help MY school? You can clip these symbols from Ziploc, General Mills, Hefty, Natures Valley, and Land-o-Lakes products plus many, many, many more (full list here) and mail them to Acme Elementary School, care of Michelle, P.O. Box 9, Acme, Wa., 98220. You can also sign up to have your online shopping count towards educational funding by choosing a school to benefit at this link.

If every one of my 1,791 Facebook friends sent in six box tops, my little human's school would have a thousand dollars. Think of it! That's a big number for a small rural school with a tight budget. If you live near an equally deserving school, see if they participate. Chances are these coupons are already sitting in your kitchen. FarmWife was surprised to find four box tops during a recent hunt through her kitchen—four, even though she's a buy-in-bulk, cook-from-scratch, grow-your-own kind of chef.

Ears, and thanks. I promise that we'll get back to mule business tomorrow. I have to tell you some things about the whuffly bray I've been making lately.

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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