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!”

Comments Leave a Comment
Share: |    Subscribe to my feed Subscribe
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on January 27, 2011  

More posts you might enjoy:

Sign up for the Chickens in the Road Newsletter


5 Responses | RSS feed for comments on this post

  1. 1-27

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

  2. 1-27

    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. 1-27

    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. 1-27

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

  5. 1-27

    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:

Leave a Reply

Registration is required to leave a comment on this site. You may register here. (You can use this same username on the forum as well.) Already registered? Login here.

Discussion is encouraged, and differing opinions are welcome. However, please don't say anything your grandmother would be ashamed to read. If you see an objectionable comment, you may flag it for moderation. If you write an objectionable comment, be aware that it may be flagged--and deleted. I'm glad you're here. Welcome to our community!

Daily Farm

If you would like to help support the overhead costs of this website, you may donate. Thank you!

Sign up for the
Chickens in the Road Newsletter

The Slanted Little House

"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....

Today on Chickens in the Road

Join the Community in the Forum

Search This Blog


October 2020

Out My Window

I Love Your Comments

I Have a Cow

And she's ornery. Read my barnyard stories!

Entire Contents © Copyright 2004-2020 Chickens in the Road, Inc.
Text and photographs may not be published, broadcast, redistributed or aggregated without express permission. Thank you.

Privacy Policy, Disclosure, Disclaimer, and Terms of Use