tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post3546846411237893848..comments2023-05-31T10:46:19.766-05:00Comments on It Is Not My Shame to Bear: Please Take All The AnimalsNotMyShametoBearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-8876540129597317982015-12-06T19:31:04.157-06:002015-12-06T19:31:04.157-06:00I dunno, I just read the sign that says yak farm! ...I dunno, I just read the sign that says yak farm! ;)NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-26664863931262539762015-12-06T09:42:04.002-06:002015-12-06T09:42:04.002-06:00Those aren't yaks, they're highland cattle...Those aren't yaks, they're highland cattle. Not such an uncommon mistake.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-88819035126529999932015-08-14T12:03:37.011-05:002015-08-14T12:03:37.011-05:00Haha! Thanks :)Haha! Thanks :)NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-87759044583708298442015-08-14T12:03:19.198-05:002015-08-14T12:03:19.198-05:00Wait... do owls attack?Wait... do owls attack?NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-51358446628969444682015-08-14T11:53:37.181-05:002015-08-14T11:53:37.181-05:00Everything about this post was fantastic. :) Everything about this post was fantastic. :) Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03010356732528925621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-71775338098675777782015-08-10T18:58:03.585-05:002015-08-10T18:58:03.585-05:00I remember hearing the VERY LOUD oinking once and ...I remember hearing the VERY LOUD oinking once and frantically climbing up on my dad's pickup truck and into the bed. The pig came running over, nudged the truck gently a few times, then laid down and ROLLED OVER ONTO HIS BACK.<br /><br />I swear he was more dog than pig. I climbed out of the truck and rubbed his belly. He was making little oinking sounds and licking me. It was so cute. But also, screaming pig running towards you...TERRIFYING.afairytale84https://www.blogger.com/profile/03530192464441555381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-70613606596664158582015-08-10T14:29:06.680-05:002015-08-10T14:29:06.680-05:00*smug grin**smug grin*Eatabagofrichardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08049463741637011276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-4902455130849990002015-08-10T12:37:08.407-05:002015-08-10T12:37:08.407-05:00Aw, yes, the stars rock my world :)Aw, yes, the stars rock my world :)NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-64633862243608694942015-08-10T12:36:47.333-05:002015-08-10T12:36:47.333-05:00Uh... forget being a kid, a 200lb pig running at m...Uh... forget being a kid, a 200lb pig running at me at any age is TERRIFYING.NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-21540395870480150172015-08-10T12:36:14.801-05:002015-08-10T12:36:14.801-05:00A GARDEN HOSE!!???
How in the HELL has that thoug...A GARDEN HOSE!!???<br /><br />How in the HELL has that thought never occured to me!?<br /><br />GENIUS!! NotMyShametoBearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07679891969349514369noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-50403706705711322962015-08-06T10:23:34.204-05:002015-08-06T10:23:34.204-05:00I forgot earlier....Yaks are raised primarily for ...I forgot earlier....Yaks are raised primarily for their fleece, and for milk. Occasionally for meat, as well. wink emoticonFacebooknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-28147708832593483432015-08-05T15:37:55.766-05:002015-08-05T15:37:55.766-05:00If i could talk the wonderful city loving country...If i could talk the wonderful city loving country hating husband into it, id move to the country yesterday. I love the sounds of nature at night and the actual ability to see stars. I spent my summers on my uncle's farm outside of Colorado springs. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18219041508940514467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-74207931328838669702015-08-05T14:29:57.046-05:002015-08-05T14:29:57.046-05:00I second the garden hose idea for the owl, haha.
...I second the garden hose idea for the owl, haha.<br /><br />We lived in Georgia (in the middle of nowhere - 45 minutes to the grocery store, doctor's office, etc.) for a while when I was little and there was a farm near our house. They had a couple of pot bellied pigs that for some reason always came to our yard. It got to the point where we had to walk around inside, looking out all the windows, before we went outside because those damn pigs would run at us. They were friendly and just wanted to be petted, but when you're a little kid and a 200lb animal is running towards you, it's TERRIFYING.<br /><br />Ah....rural areas. They're so awesome.afairytale84https://www.blogger.com/profile/03530192464441555381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4828879467490478491.post-8665250403318852062015-08-05T07:19:22.572-05:002015-08-05T07:19:22.572-05:00They don't call it "wild"life for no...They don't call it "wild"life for nothing! I recommend a garden hose for the owl. :DEatabagofrichardshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08049463741637011276noreply@blogger.com