Opportunity knocks

FarmWife usually gets updates from LinkedIn about jobs for which she may be qualified: communications manager, editor/writer, content developer, event planner, development director, what have you. She sometimes finds these tips useful, though to tell you the truth most of her job leads come from idealist.org (she's head over heels in love with working in the non-profit sector).

As for me, I just got an update from LinkedIn letting me know that I am qualified to apply for a position in Seattle as a senior systems engineer. I looked it up, and it sounds like my responsibilities would be mostly around exploring possible solutions to various problems. I could do that! Example: Fence is between me and grass. Fence is a problem. I squash fence. Fence is not a problem. My certificate of graduation from the School of Hard Knocks, along with my advanced study in the abatement of delicious grasses, should make me an especially attractive candidate.

FarmWife immediately posted this to her Facebook account after seeing the update: "My mule just got an email inviting him to apply for a senior systems engineer position. Our financial worries are over! With Fenny working 9 to 5, I can relax." Of course, her more practical friends raised a bunch of potential issues. What would I wear? Would it be prohibitively expensive to outfit me in professional attire? How could I get to Seattle for the job interview? Would we need to rent a truck and trailer?

I'm more concerned with the on-the-job details. Would my office be equipped with a manger? Trough? Sandpit for rolling? Would I get benefits? Health, dental, coverage for annual sheath cleanings?

There's so much to consider.

Ears,

FenBar

I went looking for tailored suits for the large, tall, wide, and four-legged. All I found was this.

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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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The Scoop on Bird

Human here, to give you the scoop on Songbird. He is shiny, sweet, and wonderful . . . and a little bit broken hearted. (Fenway was once, too.) As I've gotten to know him more over the last month, I've come to understand that he associates humans with unpleasantness, at least, and suffering, at worst. He has some gnarly scars. He flinches away from touch, though he warms up quickly when treats are involved. He's quite a foodie. He's easily startled. He's alert, and vigilant. He doesn't always feel safe. He also really likes it at my mom's house, which has a slower pace than the wonderful boarding and lesson barn where he lived in June. He appreciates the predictable routine, the long quiet afternoons, and the retired horses who give him company. He has flattened the grass under the big cedar out back and created nests to rest in. The soft footing at my mom's is better for his newly bare feet. He is starting to believe he'll be ok. I have ridden him...

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One person I miss

I have the best of friends around me here at this new home! I have my human Granny and Gruncle (is he a grandpa? Is he an uncle? I'm not sure), I have a horse companion beside me and two other horse companions a little further down the row, and I have a wonderful assortment of ponies, miniature horses, and miniature mules darting about and making adorable little sounds with their adorable little faces at all hours of the day and night. It's really quite lovely. I have chickens and rabbits and cats to befriend, and I have visits from the Woman and her blue dog. My friend Scotty, who lives on my right, is a wise old chestnut with a soothing presence. My friend Cadbury, who lives on my left, is a fiery miniature stallion (a rescue, for whom gelding was medically contraindicated) who ensures our life is never boring. I miss one person from the boarding barn—a sweet little girl who was the very first person I came to trust in that new place. She was kind to me from the outset, an...

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