Dobby Hobby
Why is breakfast served so early? And what’s up with milk that I need a nap afterward? Sometimes milk jumps out of the bowl onto the rug. I need to […]
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Why is breakfast served so early? And what’s up with milk that I need a nap afterward? Sometimes milk jumps out of the bowl onto the rug. I need to […]
I’m dreaming about yesterday. Every once in a while I snore out a little whistling sound. The Farm Manager will never get a video of my snore, though she has […]
Everybody has been asking about my jackets, and I was all ready to write this blog post, but then the Farm Manager said she wouldn’t take pictures unless I write […]
I was born on Valentine’s day in 2009. If my math is correct, I’m nine years old this year. That’s why this valentine has nine Dobby-heads. The Farm Manager made […]
Mudskipper turned three years old last week! My birthday is tomorrow, so I’m going to copy her blog and call it good. Not really, but the thought did cross my […]
Dear Mudskipper; Your proclamation is sincere, yet I feel you have somehow misunderstood my position here. Perhaps I am more rugged than you, or maybe the climate here is more […]
Sorry, it’s not about me. I am kind of in the news because of my new book and everything, but, in fact, because of the last minute publishing flurry, I […]
I was a big help in the aviary this morning. The Farm Manager was scurrying around doing useless things, as usual. I herded the cats, sniffed the chicken butts, examined […]
It turns out that a lot of zoos have capybaras. Websites lie, google sends updates daily, and capybaras get transferred from one zoo to another at the drop of a […]
My friend Muddy thinks she messes up the house. Based upon her photos, I am still the Master Grubber. What do you think? Click this link to see her messes: […]