Tribute to Dobby
It won’t surprise you to learn that my home is full of capybara memorabilia. Capybara artifacts are difficult to find, even in South America, where the animals are common, like […]
It won’t surprise you to learn that my home is full of capybara memorabilia. Capybara artifacts are difficult to find, even in South America, where the animals are common, like […]
Melanie understands so well. Domestic pets, by design, readily bond with humans. Connecting with a wild animal takes a different approach, a constant reckoning, a conditional mutual respect. We were […]
There will never be another Dobby, but I will try to keep the stories coming. Until then, Melanie is writing about him. She’s right. Dobby never much liked riding in […]
Everybody loved Baby Dobby. Thank you again, Melanie, for writing about him during this difficult time. Click on the link below to read about Dobby. Source: In Memoriam: Dobby Winnick […]
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 […]