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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Here it is! Remember to pick a charity! Looking for the eBook? October 23, 2017 update Where, indeed? It’s coming, but so is Halloween! When it’s available, there will be […]
I went to the vet today. I look pretty good, and in lots of ways, I am just dandy. For one, I am processing a LOT of food lately. My […]
The Farm Manager peels back the corn husks as I impatiently dance and spin in the front yard. A couple months ago I could bite straight through the husk like […]