Pretty much. And he's put on a growth spurt, bringing his height to close to that of Whiskey. He's got more filling out to do, but as long as he's eating like crazy, he's not really pestering the girlsIf I remember correctly, that became his standard mode of operating - hopping/flying into the feeder so he could just shovel it right in!
Now, now. No name-shaming. Next, you'll be hearing "Brick" and "Mortar." Or "Cream Cheese" and "Buttercream." Or "Frosting" and "Icing." A myriad of options.Cheeses
Awwww why hello ladies! Long time since we saw you
I have a horse I try NOT to think of or talk about, and I 200% blame myself for her death
No no no.I have a horse I try to think of or talk about, and I 200% blame myself for her death
Hahaha awesome I love it! Though the others might not like the poopies in there
They are doing a good job on the earthworks there
Or a good horseI was told by someone that a person who loves joking around, and is always trying to be funny, has deep emotional scars and hidden emotions and trauma.
What I have to say to that person is, without hesitation…
“Where did you get your psychology degree, in a CrackerJack box?”
If I need anything for the health of my psyche, I’ll take chickens!
and chocolate doesn’t hurt either
Brick and Mortar... I like those for names. Dance has crossed my mind recently, along with Tap.
I have a horse I try NOT to think of or talk about, and I 200% blame myself for her death
EDIT try NOT to think of
