Smiling nicely for the camera, Crabby is blissfully unaware, until she lifts her foot and hears the swishy sucking sound, that she is standing in in a big fat mound of turkey poop.
Destiny has brought them together. Crabby will love him and hug him and take him home. And he shall be named, "Pitt licker".
Crabby enjoys Pitt licker's gentle kiss until she feels a gentle tugging on the side of her scalp and realizes ..... he is eating her hair.
Only having eyes for Pitt Licker, Crabby is unaware, that the jealous horse is about to bury his nose in the back of her head and sneeze.
Hey there, little buddy! Wanna come home with me for Thanksgiving?
Bob refused to let the turkey have his side of the garage till Thanksgiving. So now I'll have to buy a turkey. Unless ........ he COULD STAY IN THE BASEMENT! WOOT! Manny will have to catch him when it's time to..... you know.... cook.
Today is the last day for voting. If you'd like to cast a vote for the Cowpie Field just click on the button to your right and it will take you to the thumbs up place.
Wait....I meant left. It's left. I write with my right hand so, the button is left. You can't miss it. It's gray and orange. If you don't want to..... THAT WOULD JUST SUCK ...... I mean, I totally understand it's a lot of trouble ...... TO CLICK A FRIGGIN BUTTON ..... what I mean to say is.... it's ok, really. Winning doesn't matter. LIKE HELL IT DOESN'T! I'm a good and giving person and I don't blog for recognition or attention like that. YEAH, RIGHT.