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WTF does 'derp' or 'herp-derp' mean? It's confusing meeeee... *pained look*
Oh and work has taken off the time restriction for FB and Livejournal AND YouTube!!! *HAPPY SCREAM!!!!!*
Oh hey guess what? Bree at Oak Farm is getting a Gypsy Stallion for 2 weeks. Guess who's been invited to come down in the evening next Thursday to check him out :D Yes I know, I know, there are people on here who loathe these horses/ponies. Or I guess hate how they are promoted. I don't care - I've seen wishy washy crap soft-lens over-photoshopped sparkle-unicorn-fart-rainbows advertising used for even top quality TB's, Arabs and WB's. It's nice to look beyond the crap to the animal behind it.I happen to like them. A lot. Warn you now, nasty comments will not be appreciated if I put shots up. I love HORSES. HORSES. All HORSES. I really couldn't give a toss what breed, colour, gender, level-of-performance they are. I LIKE HORSES. And ponies. Even donkeys, mules, etc.

First the saddness. Pauly, the little stray we rescued from the yard the other night, didn't make it. Tanya and Shar took him to the VAAT vet who pumped him full of fluids etc, but then his eye which was already damaged started to swell. The vet made the diagnosis that Pauly must have recieved a head injury and it was causing severe damage to his brain etc. There was no chance. If I'd left him in the yard he'd've died in a lot of pain. As it was, he got to have at least 24 hours of being loved. He was warm, fed, clean, cuddled. Tanya and Shar's cat's adored him, esp Pocket Rocket. He tamed himself. Pauly would have been a wonderful pet cat for someone, more than likely either T&S, or me. I think he was something a little special. I guess we'll never know how he got the head injury. I don't think any of the guys in my yard or the surrounding would have hurt him, he was too happy to be around humans to have ever been hurt by them. Poor little baby. I know he was just one tiny, stray, moggy kitten in a world that is full of heart break and woe and tragedies such as the Haitu earthquake, but I go by the words I once read long, long ago in a bus stop of all places: It is better to do one small good thing on any given day than to say I will do 100 good things tomorrow. Good bye, little Pauly. I only knew you for a couple of hours, but I won't ever forget you. You made me feel that even one small act of goodness is worth it, even if it's only a brief, dim flash in a world that is filled with darkness. Be free and happy over the Rainbow Bridge, little guy, hopefully Sonya will be there to greet you.
Damn it, crying now.
TO CHEER MYSELF UP! Here's todays 365. I'm rather proud of it. Who doesn't love a cute wee bunny?



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There was quite some fuckery at work last night too. Under the cut for anyone who wants a raised eye brow moment.

( if you are going to prank call work, don't use your own mobile number... )

Oh and this is for Tanya and all those ferrety fans out there :-D