Revenge of the picspam
Blah blah life, blah blah depression, whine whine whine.
Now that that's out of the way, how about some picturey goodness.
First up, though, is Dixie.
She has to wear a diaper because apparently house-training is for lesser beings.
This is Darla's growly puppy, who may have a name now but sure didn't have one when this was taken.
Here's Sharif checking things out on the day he was moved.
Toby, one of his new pasture buddies.
Sharif again, all sweaty and tired out from Calypso's unique form of "greeting" (read: chasing him around the pasture).
Pippin, who is adorable, but who would have to try really, really hard in order to become any stupider than he already is. I mean, damn.
Sharif was doing great when I saw him last Saturday. He was very eager for some personal attention, though.
This one's a little blurry, but let's be honest, he still looks great. Hopefully next time I see him I'll feel up to riding.
Max is a cover-hog.
Wait, no, Sokka, what are you-
Goddamnit, Sokka. Goddamnit.
Oh, I forgive you.
Jig will not be left out.
Despite his strict diet, Muta is still a fatass. He's a cuddly fatass, though.
Mom has been insisting that I learn how to shoot a gun, and today she finally talked me into going to the range with her. These are my first shots. Yeah, bitches.
Now that that's out of the way, how about some picturey goodness.
First up, though, is Dixie.
She has to wear a diaper because apparently house-training is for lesser beings.
This is Darla's growly puppy, who may have a name now but sure didn't have one when this was taken.
Here's Sharif checking things out on the day he was moved.
Toby, one of his new pasture buddies.
Sharif again, all sweaty and tired out from Calypso's unique form of "greeting" (read: chasing him around the pasture).
Pippin, who is adorable, but who would have to try really, really hard in order to become any stupider than he already is. I mean, damn.
Sharif was doing great when I saw him last Saturday. He was very eager for some personal attention, though.
This one's a little blurry, but let's be honest, he still looks great. Hopefully next time I see him I'll feel up to riding.
Max is a cover-hog.
Wait, no, Sokka, what are you-
Goddamnit, Sokka. Goddamnit.
Oh, I forgive you.
Jig will not be left out.
Despite his strict diet, Muta is still a fatass. He's a cuddly fatass, though.
Mom has been insisting that I learn how to shoot a gun, and today she finally talked me into going to the range with her. These are my first shots. Yeah, bitches.