tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post2128564050318527972..comments2023-09-02T03:03:26.994-07:00Comments on Vet On The Edge: Gumby-goo, Round TwoAKDDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-67156560222462028002008-11-13T20:44:00.000-08:002008-11-13T20:44:00.000-08:00Okay, you guys. Go on over and look at the Bill's ...Okay, you guys. Go on over and look at the Bill's blog for another perspective, and at GoatGirl's blog for a laugh. I mean it.<BR/><BR/>:D<BR/><BR/>(Holly: here's your chance to go: "See? Toldja.") :D :DAKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-86798010208414543052008-11-13T20:17:00.000-08:002008-11-13T20:17:00.000-08:00I understand why you do it...for the same reason I...I understand why you do it...for the same reason I do. And I love it. I have raised everything from a lamb to a baby crow. <BR/>OK I blogged about my most embarrassing vet visit, actually the most embarrassing thing ever. This ones for you.goatgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05753367360714853700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-90363957333211115522008-11-13T17:11:00.000-08:002008-11-13T17:11:00.000-08:00Okay. Now I've had to blog the story of Fiddlehead...Okay. Now I've had to blog the story of Fiddlehead.Bill Fosherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14187927183252273258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-58349354779133562502008-11-13T15:32:00.000-08:002008-11-13T15:32:00.000-08:00Well... ::shrug:: He was a baby, he had a chance...Well... <I>::shrug::</I> He was a baby, he had a chance, and he needed my help. What else was there to do?<BR/><BR/>I realize it isn't everyone's gig, and there are plenty of times I wonder why *I* do it. I think I can't help it. It's not really to my credit that I do these things - maybe it would be, if I COULD help it - but since I pretty much CAN'T help it, I can take no credit for it. I don't weigh the options and then choose, knowing what the consequences will be; I just find myself doing these things - and then I often wonder: How did this happen....?<BR/><BR/>So far, I've had little cause to regret it. I won't say NO cause.... but little cause. I'm content with that. :)AKDDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10533003137934379516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-71408436850576654222008-11-13T14:17:00.000-08:002008-11-13T14:17:00.000-08:00adorable as Gumby sounds...not IN my house thankyo...adorable as Gumby sounds...not IN my house thankyouverymuch. <BR/><BR/>You are a wonderful person to house raise a lamb with pee propensities and loose stools.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17685436243608973979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6589783647802842771.post-80101512339706622342008-11-13T12:02:00.000-08:002008-11-13T12:02:00.000-08:00Aaaaah!Pervert lamb! Pervert lamb!Heheheeheheheheh...<I>Aaaaah!</I><BR/>Pervert lamb! Pervert lamb!<BR/><BR/><I>Heheheehehehehehee...!</I><BR/><BR/>Cross trainers as urinals - I though only cats did that...MaskedManhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847118110075039840noreply@blogger.com