He was just a baby when he came to us. Magnus loves to headbutt things. The fence, rocks, unsuspecting shins,
After our beloved greyhound Clay passed away, the spacious backyard at my parents house has been vacant. Clay used to
I knew I shouldn’t have. But I did. I sheared the sheep while pregnant. I had been anxious to trim
Somehow my mom ended up with twenty chicks. They range in breed from buff orphintons to production reds to Easter
After a few busy weeks volunteering elsewhere, we were able to get back to the humane society to play with
I got a picture message today from one of the horse boarders. Surprise! A new lamb has already arrived! I
He’s got to take a big breath to blow out all those candles! Today, Stoney turns seventeen. I’m a bit
Our volunteer hours have been down significantly at the pound–not because we got tired of helping out the adorable animals–but
While waiting for my fleece to dry from its washing, I discovered a few pre-washed rolags I’d made when trying
Delia, whom I mistakenly thought was “Delilah” (and Evelyn kept calling her “Charlie”–the good little dog responded to anything she
Since bidding Clay farewell, I’ve gotten out of the groove of going to the Waco Humane Society to walk the
As our Christmas break wound down in Lincoln and we were bidding au revoir to everyone, I tried to get
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