Sunday, November 14, 2010

Ssssss, ssssn, sssssno....It's Coming

I can't bring myself to say the whole word; it's simply too traumatic. I prefer to picture my nephews, Rafer and Redford Donkey, frolicking through a southern autumn. How civilized, how warm, how snow-free.

It has been quite bearable here lately but even as I write, the weather gurus are predicting a light dusting of sn...., well, you know. We had a surprise ambush of the wet stuff a week ago and Jack was so incensed that he had a massive attack of the screaming squitters and refused to leave the run-in all day. Very messy both inside and out. Whenever he saw the woman, he expressed himself loudly. He would prefer to live in the house but given his bathroom habits I believe it to be unlikely.

He liked last week better because the sun, weak and unmotivated as it is in November, made an appearance nearly everyday. He was able to bake himself in front of the barn, where he dozed and mumbled in his sleep and sucked on his loose front tooth. Doc has been very busy decorating his person with the bounty of fall, mainly mud, burrs and sticks. Molly has grown a sasquatch-like coat and is eating anything remotely chewable. I am brooding on the coming insanity of winter.

We are still awaiting news of Lillian Llama.

7 comments:

billie said...

Sheaffer, I propose we do a winter swap. You and Jack come down here and my snow-loving teens can go up there. I'm sure they will keep The Woman so busy she will view both you and Jack as SAINTS when you return!

Meanwhile you and Jack can enjoy our weather. Today's high is 72 degrees F. The recent lows have been high 20s - cold for us, but quite tolerable without all the white stuff falling.

BumbleVee said...

Oh, noes..... !!

if I didn't know better..I'd swear I could wave across the street to you. Same weather here. It's been good all the last week....then last night the wind must have blown in a weather cell of some kind.... because... later today they are calling for the dreaded four letter word here too! Cooler weather for the rest of the week and white stuff....I'd better dig out boots and extra layers....seeing as I don't grow a Sasquatch coat...but, on giving it some thought... it would sure be a great idea if we humans could do that... well, except for trying to keep it tidy and those burrs..... .... yikes! Don't want to sit on any of those....

ponymaid said...

Billie, I am all for this swap idea, though I feel your teens would be getting the short end of the stick. Mind you, we even have a torture device called a toboggan hill at our place - they might like that. I refuse to acknowledge it unless it is covered in green plant matter. Seventy two degrees sounds like donkey heaven to me. Believe me when I tell you the Woman was actually speculating if Jack could make it to you safely in a travelling box. He hates the winter that much.

ponymaid said...

Vee, how do we bear it all? My heart is heavy knowing we are going into at least four months of this. Woe is me. I will look into the possibility of procuring a Sasquatch coat for you - I confess, I'm a tad uncertain as to where to begin. Jack says with a great big net...

Buddy said...

Hay Sheaffer - weather has been nice of late - mid 60's in the day and high 30's at night. I'm all fuzzy so no blanket is needed at this time.

Guess what? I met mom's two legged son on Saturday - he came for a visit - mom hadn't seen him in almost 4 years so she was just thrilled. They spent alot of time outside and with me - he was pretty nice - although scared at first - does he bite - does he kick - of course not. It was a great day for all of us.

Stay warm my fren!

ponymaid said...

Buddy, you are a gentleman and I know you will soon put this new human in your life at perfect ease. You must accept any food offers from him - it is the courteous thing to do. This applies equally to offers of grooming and general fawning. You'll have him trained, I mean acclimatized, in no time.

Buddy said...

Hay Sheaffer tell your woman to check your email - we sent you a link to an article about a donkey!

Your fren,