Doggone Funny ~ A Dog Poem

My dog is fluffy,

her hair she bleaches white.

My dog likes coffee,

she barks ALL night.

My dog was scruffy,

now poems she does write.

 

By J-Faith and Ajhorsegal

via My Dog Poem — Jfaith.com

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The Perfect Rabbit 🐇

Hey y’all,

I got a new rabbit this week! He was a Flemish Giant, and could have gotten to be 20 pounds. He was an albino, and had solid white fur and red eyes. I said, “was” becuse he he died the same week I got him.  His name was Gully.

The lady I got Gully from knew how sad I was, and told my dad she would give me his brother. I was reading the Divergent series when I got him. He remindes me of the character,  “Four”, so that is what I  named him! Four is gray with a short brown stripe on his backside.   He has REALLY long ears that he grooms with his feet.  He loves too cuddle and put his nose on mine.

I would like too get a female Flemish Giant, so I can start a start a show rabbit  business. I plan on naming her either Beatrice or Tris. I won’t make up my mind until I meet her and see what name fits her best.

 

 Thank you for reading my blog! Please follow along to catch more adventures from the farm! -Ajhorsegal

 

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My best friend

Best friends are hard to find especially if you are home schooled like me, I had to go 4 hours to find my best friend. She was small and  furry when I first saw her. She was a dog but I loved her the first time I saw her. I named her Fiona. Fiona was there for me when my sisters left me out, she was there for me when I was sad,  she made me happy, she was there for me when I got home, and when I went to bed she was always there for me when I needed her. She was my best friend, and she was the kind of friend that is not replaceable. One day I was petting her and I saw that her eyes were red and not brown, and I thought she was sleepy.  I went to bed that night and something happened that made me sad. I got woke up by my dad at 7.00 he said that Fiona had died. She was by the highway but she did not get hit by a car. She just died. I cried and cried. She meant the world to me.  She was always there for me when I needed her, but when she needed me I was not there for her.

Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor if either of them falls down one can help the other up, but pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.  Also if two lie together they will keep warm but how can one keep warm alone Though one may  be overpowered two can defend themselves A core of three strands is not quickly broken.

Ecclesiastes 4:9-12