A Revisit


If you’re seeing this post, it means my internet is down due to winter weather. Please enjoy revisiting these two baby Annabelle posts–The Tale of the Tail and The Return of the Tail–until I’m able to post again.

Where’s your tail, Annabelle?
What’d you do with it?
You’re not gonna tell me, are you?
And neither is this one.
It’s been about three weeks since Annabelle’s tail was banded. It disappeared this week while she was sleeping on the porch. She had it with her when she came up from the goat yard to spend the night on her blankie with the other dogs. (She still thinks she’s a dog.) In the morning, it was gone. The porch gates are locked shut at night, so where did it go???
I think I have an idea.
I think–
Did you eat Annabelle’s tail, Coco? WAKE UP, COCO! DID YOU EAT IT?
Coco: “I don’t remember.”

In the beginning, there was a little lamb and her tail.
And then there came a time when that tail was banded, and after that, a time when that tail mysteriously disappeared.

But that, gentle reader, that was not the end of the tale.

Somebody, yes, somebody had a secret.
That somebody had hidden that tail even while the locked porch was searched, perhaps in their blankie. And that somebody had surreptitiously taken the tail away once the porch was unlocked. And then there came a time when that somebody dug it out of the hole wherein they had buried it and brought it back.

Because you know there is nothing good that can’t be made better with a little spoilage and dirt. And that’s when it’s finally ready to show off.
To those of you reading this with your breakfast…… For posting a photo of Coco bringing me a stick instead of the other thing she bounded up to the house with recently, I say: “You’re welcome!”


  1. Ramona says:

    Dogs just luv yucky stuff. Too cute the picture licking her lips.

  2. holstein woman says:

    Dogs will be dogs! Sometimes I wonder why God created them like that, but I guess someone has to do the dirty work. :shroom:

  3. Window On The Prairie says:

    My dog once brought a dead coyote(or I should say the stinking remnants of) and proceeded to chew on it in the yard. Stank the whole place up. I pointed out to her that she was practicing cannibalism, but that didn’t faze her. So I disposed of it. And then it came back again. So I had to dispose of it again. Blech!

  4. Barbee' says:

    I loved revisiting these posts! I used to send links to all your Coco and Annabelle stories to several people in my family.

  5. Susan says:

    Suzanne, be glad it was just a TAIL! Down here on the ranches when it comes time to castrate the boy cows, what do you THINK happens to their cojones? The dogs take ’em and run… :happypuppy:

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