If I Play The Country Song Backwards...

Do I get my dog back, my pickup truck ain't 'broke down', my momma stays outta prison...?  Just kidding.  Sort of.

So, it's been a [long] week here in [Cynthiana, Kentucky], my hometown...  I could run a whole laundry list of complaints including, but not limited to, Maisie stress, shearing when the forecast was perfect...but wrong, T-Bone getting a foot abscess (that seems to be on the mend), Comby limping around (as yet unresolved), Jester having a set back (hang in there, big guy!), stabbing a splinter under my fingernail...but let's just let it go.  There have been plenty of good things, too.  I'm sure.

Shearing went well for everyone.  Burrnie is no longer burr-nie, which is nice.  Chocula was a big surprise in that underneath all the chocolatey brown wool he's actually a malted milk ball - light brown with chocolate face and legs.  Hershey looks as cute as he possibly can and Daniel's white lightning bolts are much bigger than I'd remembered.  I guess because he's grown up some since he was a baby ;-). 

If the weather breaks before their hair all grows back out, I'll take some pictures.  In the meantime, here's Burrnie getting his new 'do :-).