The ducklings have been featuring first of late, so, in the interest of “fair and balanced®” blogging, today I’m starting with the dog.
Here she is, looking like she just found out that George Bush is going to be US president for three more years.
That, or she’s trying to look like a pirate.
We’ve still got that nice, cool white stuff here.
And Sniff thinks Luna should learn the joys of sleeping on laps.
your entire post cracked me up today, thank you! (and isn’t it oxymoronic to compare GW to my intestinal parasites?)
Say hi to Luna, Albert and the ducklings!
Totally uncalled for insult!
Even intestinal para*s*ites (my sweetie is dyslexic, isn’t it adorable?) work hard, producing flatulence, and they take far less holidays.
i think mine work overtime O:-)
Apologies to my amoeba friends (amoeba is my favorite word, aside from uvula, fyi) 😀
According to legend, God made the tapir in order to prove to humans that he has a sense of humor.
They are very friendly and affectionate, and make excellent pets.
Here is a picture of a tapir child telling its mother a funny story.
I love tapirs, and javalinas, and little rotund hoofed things in general. As far a god’s sense of the absured, I think the Okapi has that cornered.
The Okapi is the only mammal that can clean its ears with its tongue.
Oh, dear. Looks like he sat down on a zebra right after it had been painted.
My babies…Tobi, Thai and Kelly
in warmer times this fall
Just cured of a nasty bout of giardia, an intestinal parasite you really don’t want.
Peace and Blessings
The ducklings insist that they are entitled to extra air time, owing to their extremely high “cute factor.” And who can argue?
Here they are huddled around “momma” (aka the heater – which is off at the moment, hence the pile-up).
The ducklings are not only getting exponentially larger (the largest, “Boofy Boy,” wighed about 2 ounces when he hatched 17 days ago, and now weighs a pound), they are getting much, much messier as well. So we’ve gone to twice a day baths.
About 15 minutes of preening follows.
they are having a particularly raucus game of water polo. Where’s the ref?
and I don’t countenance any rough or unecessary pecking.
Luna wanted to ref, but they’ve started to peck her nose when she gets close enough for a good look.
The locker room, after a tough game.
Hope you’ve started work on that olympic size pool so they can keep playing when they grow up. As I recall the Australian water polo team is pretty good and they’ll need to keep practicing if they want to make the cut.