Charlie & Hamish, our two amazing Shetland Sheep, had a fabulous birthday this year. They were spoiled rotten with attention all day long and now they expect every day to be a thrilling, action-packed adventure.
Charlie & Hamish had birthdays last week! Hamish was two on Wednesday and Charlie was two on Friday. This generates quizzical looks because everyone assumes they are brothers. They were born on the same farm to different parents but they were raised together. They think they are brothers, so let’s not tell them, okay?
Charlie and Hamish are one year old! Read the rest of this entry
I went through hundreds of Baby Dobby photos to write his birthday blog, but the ones with the tiny shopping cart best illustrate the incredible growth of these huge rodents.
Dobby at 4 weeks – almost 5# (2.2kg)
The shelf behind him is another good indicator. Check him out today in the next photo. The shopping cart is there, and so is the rabbit from the waffle box photo in the birthday blog.
The Birthday Boy – 130 pounds (60kg)
Dobby would have preferred a normal day, and he almost got one. The rabbit got my attention early in the day. I heard a big crash and discovered her on top of a bookcase. I got her down, figuring I could analyze the situation later. Well, when I returned I discovered her gleefully tossing a piece of broken glass! Her mountaintop leap had knocked off an adorable antique candleholder (with an etched and fluted chimney) that belonged to my mother. Currently several dangerous rabbit toys. Perfect.
“I was bored.”
Then there was no fresh corn. I was down to a couple old pieces, husks dried and crunchy, but edible. The grocer who special-orders it for us was unable to get any, two days in a row. Poor Dobby had to settle for packaged corn-on-the-cob on his birthday. $4 off, though, a fortuitous sale. The Bartender bought all they had. In fact, he just now reported that there is still no corn. It’s sitting in a warehouse in Georgia.
I failed to put clean blankets on Prince Dobalob’s bed. He usually prefers the funky, smelly ones, anyway. But no, on his birthday he suddenly decided to get clean ones. He pulled them off his bed, and even started laundering them for me by leaving them out in the rain for a pre-wash.
Grazing in the front yard
We never do make a big deal of his birthday, because, well, he is spoiled enough already. He loves to graze in the front yard, he loves his hot tub, his hens and ducks. He loves to herd the cats, which I find funny for many reasons. Don’t make him wear hats, don’t put him in the car, and don’t be late with that noon corn-on-the-cob!
Hey Carl! Come over here! Let’s do an 8th Birthday photo shoot! We don’t know the exact day, but you were born around Halloween.
“Corn is an extra special treat. Surely you don’t need me NOW?”
Okay, we can wait a couple minutes. I’ll get the camera set up.
“I got dressed up in my favorite t-shirt!”
Very cute, but I had something fancier in mind. I do appreciate that you picked out a nice orange t-shirt to match the pumpkins.
“Orange is my favorite color.”
Ha ha, nice. But everyone has already seen that costume. Don’t you have something else?
“I’m getting seasick. Urp.”
Ah, yes. The hat I brought you from Venice. You make a very cute gondolier!
“Oy vey! Oops, I mean, OLA!”
And here’s the sombrero I brought you from Zihuatanejo, Mexico! That is a great color on you, Carl.
“Yes, I’ll have another pina colada, thanks for asking!”
Where did you find that lei from Hawaii? I don’t think that belongs to you. You’re right, though. It’s way too small for Dobby.
“I do like these cowboy hats. After all, I live in a Dude Ranch.”
Now we’re talking! Sheriff Carl Sagan and his horse. Wait a minute, is that Capycoppy?
“Now we’re just getting silly. Can I get back to my corn?”
Taking your dog for a walk down to the mailbox? Looks like you dodged the rain.
“From bad to worse. I’m in a police lineup here. Aren’t we finished yet?”
The best costume of all is actually being a cute guinea pig, isn’t it Carl? Those friends of yours certainly have better manners than Stevie Ray and Fred!
“I am NOT hanging around for a mugshot. I’m outta here!”
That’s right, Carl. You are INNOCENT! Happy Birthday!
[Carl absolutely LOVED the attention, but not all guinea pigs tolerate costumes. I also had an experienced volunteer on hand for the wrangling. Use good judgment if you decide to dress up your pet. Make sure it is fun for everyone involved.]
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