Sonny's Sunday

Remember this? The "Old Blanket"

Tied together with twine, to fit the Bunz.

Well, Someone took pity on Poor, Poor Sonny Bunz, and sent him a New and Stylin' Blanket!

Here he is, in all his manly glory,
showing how smashingly sexy he is
under his new cover.

Here we have Sonny saying,
"THANK YOU AUNT CDNCOWGIRL!!!!
"Now My Bunz Are WARM!"


That's about it for this little corner of the world. I've been battling a crap internet issue,
No phone service,
Technicians who are full of sh*t,
Crazy Children,
and as always,
FRICKEN RAIN.

Sonny got the week off due to really lousy footing. We took a walk one day, and did do something a bit different though. Down the road a bit, there are pretty tall sand banks (kinda remind me of snow banks back up in Tundra Country.) These banks lead to a set of trails that wind through the scrub land next to us.

Sonny and I walked up the road (with no dog, cat, or children even,) and for the heck of it, we went up and down the banks. It was hilarious. Sonny had NO clue what the heck was going on. But he liked it! Wish I had pix to share, but... I walked out with out my camera. Not like the sand banks are going to go anywhere though, so we can try it again another day.

Now those of you owned by a feline (or three) will find this amusing. Kitty Biscuits has a death wish. (Yes, she does.) Not only has she decided that pouncing on Dear Husband's feet or HEAD in the middle of the night is F-U-N,

She climbs Sonny's tail.

HIS
TAIL.

Sonny- who *hates* animals smaller than he is.
Sonny- who will kill a dog.
Sonny- who has chased Biscuits out of the paddock.

Yeah.

SHE CLIMBS HIS TAIL.

Cute she is, bright she ain't.

That 'bout sums it up for today. Three more days of rain expected this week.

Next week, listen for us to quack.
Or say "Ribbit".
And have gills.
Oh- and webbed feet.

ETA:
The sun was shining. Very Brightly! I listened to it, dragged Sonny out of the muck and mess, and we played and rode. Man alive, how much better life looks from the back of a horse...

I have decided that Kitty Biscuits need to go in and see our wonderful vet this week. Why? Because it dawned on me, as she was attempting to molest Sonny's leg, then my boots, then the dog, that she is in heat. While I adore Kitty Biscuits, having a whole herd of tiny biscuit makers around is NOT NOT NOT an option.

And how does Sonny take to this invasion of his supreme royal personal space? Badly. Kitty is either going to learn real fast to avoid hooves, or she will be Kitty Pancake. Good thing I was there to save her silly fluffy butt!!