FarmWife is going to leave me pretty soon. She's going to Virginia on business, and while she's there she expects to meet other mules, go out driving in a meadowbrook cart, and see some beautiful horse-dotted countryside. I am onl…
Pony mule and mini horse need home in PNW!
Posted on October 28, 2011
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I just found out that a couple of equine friends have been rendered homeless! A friend of a friend sent them out on a long-term care lease/giveaway in 2010, but when she did a follow-up visit yesterday she found that they hadn't had th…
An old movie
Posted on October 28, 2011
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I am good mule. I do as I'm told. Here is FarmWife trying to prove it to you by recording a little video of me walking, trotting, and cantering without reins. (Of course, when it's just the two of us she tones the spoken commands…
Five things FarmWife can't ignore
Posted on October 27, 2011
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FarmWife has been ridiculously busy. ("But Fenway," she says, "you won't have a rain blanket for Christmas if I don't earn money.") She's never too busy to feed me, of course, but she is sometimes too busy …
Look, Ma, I'm on Craigslist!
Posted on October 25, 2011
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No, luckily it's not me who's for sale. http://bellingham.craigslist.org/cto/2668248605.html
Lucky you
Posted on October 24, 2011
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If you give me seven hundred and fifty dollars, I will give you my Volvo hay mother.
Lucky you!
Fen
p.s. The subtext here is that FarmWife and FarmHusband went truck shopping today, and FarmWife is finally driving a vehicle which was made …
Weight
Posted on October 23, 2011
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I don't want to hear a single one of you suggesting that I'm the fat one in the family.
Learning to read
Posted on October 21, 2011
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D is learning to read. I remember the revelation of learning to read myself—to really read, cover to cover, and understand. It happened on the front steps of my house in Piedmont, Calif., where I lived from ages four to eight. It was a boo…
Nude dude
Posted on October 21, 2011
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I'm mostly naked these days—FarmWife doesn't want to start blanketing me until it gets colder, and I don't have a rain sheet of my own. (Sniff. Sniff. One precious tear.)
I'm naked, muddy, and soaking wet but FarmWife like…
Mystery solved
Posted on October 20, 2011
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FarmWife can't figure out why she had a psychic pang of concern for me on the morning when I turned up lame, but why it didn't enter her head until she opened the door to come out to my paddock. "ESP shouldn't be stopped …
An update
Posted on October 19, 2011
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I'm sound at the walk, turned out in Easyboots during the day and stalled (barefoot) at night. FarmWife is getting a terrible amount of pleasure out of scrubbing my soles with pine tar every morning and evening, but at least I'm n…





