"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....
Poor clover! Everyone knows that she’s the one who deserves all the cookies on the farm. And then you go and have other animals named things like ‘Cookie doe’ and ‘Coco’. We see, now, how sadly things have been biased agianst the transcendent queen of cookies that is Clover.
On October 20, 2011 at 9:46 am
Does everything you own eat cookies? Poor goats….they surely feel those cookies belong to them and certainly not a large puppy! :happyflower:
On October 20, 2011 at 9:58 am
I’m having trouble making sense out of the critter on the right…what or who is it?? It looks like a donkey with really long hair on it’s nose!! lol
On October 20, 2011 at 10:28 am