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Her name is not Wendy. (Original Post)
rug
May 2017
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JHan
(10,173 posts)1. she's such a sweet kid
democrank
(11,052 posts)2. Such sweetness
Let's hear it for kids and their cows!
irisblue
(32,829 posts)3. And the dog......does not seem to care about the other big dog.
rug
(82,333 posts)4. I have found this to be true with every living thing:
If you're not hungry you're content.
That's why I'm a Democrat.
democratisphere
(17,235 posts)5. What a gigantic heart in such a little girl.
Beautiful!
True Dough
(17,095 posts)6. As someone who just finished
barbecuing and consuming a juicy hamburger on the grill, I feel guilty (kinda, sorta -- it was a delicious burger).
WhiteTara
(29,676 posts)7. We lived in the country and my sisters and I would bring lots
of different animals into the house. The scariest time was when we brought the horse into the house and we realized how big he was and not exactly tame. He didn't seem to happy to be in the house either. We got him out the back door...sort of walked him through the house without destruction. We loved bringing in chickens and having chicken races to see who could get to the clover piece we dropped first. Of the joys of childhood country life.