Friday encore ~ The unbearable cuteness of burros

A repeat post on a Friday? "WTF?" you ask. Ok, maybe not in those exact words.
I'm going to take the long weekend off. I'll be back Tuesday with something new. I think. Maybe.
Meanwhile, I'll re-post some moldy oldies so you won't think I've died. 


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It was 5:30 Tuesday morning. I had just let Smooch outside and was standing in my office brushing my teeth, 

looking out the window to make sure everybody was present and accounted for. I saw four long ears behind a bush. 

The ears were so close together that they appeared to be coming out of the same head. I wasn't sure what was going on, 

but the scene had "photo op" written all over it. I put down the toothbrush, grabbed the camera, and tiptoed into the corral.

George: Zzzzzzzzz.

George: Are you kidding me?

George: Sun's not even up and she's already taking pictures.

Alan: I haven't combed my hair yet. Neither have you, I might add. Nice outfit *snort*.

Alan: I'll get up now, but that coffee had better be ready.

Alan: You have no idea how heavy his head is.

George: Please don't move. I was just getting comfortable.

Wynonna: *grunt grunt grunt *

Alan: How can you sleep through that racket? The pig's not shutting up 'til she gets fed.

George: I hate it when you're right.

George: Five more minutes, then I'll get up.