Slap Dash

Mother's attentions have been sketchy again this week. She stops in when she gets around to it, pets me, then oohs and ahhs over fat donkey walking across the teeter totter...

Mother says there are no pictures available, either, because the bucket of ground seaweed nastiness tipped over in her car and coated the camera case and she is loath to touch it.

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And what have I been up to? I've been dozing, eating grass, kicking at flies when the fly spray wears off, eating hay, drinking water, dozing, eating grass... repeat endlessly.

Actually, I guess I don't really have anything to complain about.

Except the *stamp* flies.