A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Whiskers
Today Zul had the mother of a hairball. I became momentarily convinced that he was dying. I ran around in a panic and shaking hands but it seems that I might have overreacted.
Today Zul had the mother of a hairball. I became momentarily convinced that he was dying. I ran around in a panic and shaking hands but it seems that I might have overreacted.
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