Where my day begins:
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| Just outside my door, facing East. |
Where my day ends:
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| Just outside my door, facing West. |
In between, there's usually some of this:
And a little bit of this:
And a whole lot of this:
It's been a long couple of weeks of combing goats,
and the end is not in sight.
But I can see progress.
Here are Acer and Dara, demonstrating "After" and "Before:"
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| Acer had been combed three times at this point, and Dara was going to have his first combing as soon as I could get a collar on him. |
I hope your May is going beautifully!
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