In which I take a field trip and see cuteness (and some other good friends)
I was scheduled to attend a meeting on the Eastside this morning, and everyone knows how dreadful northbound Friday afternoon traffic can be...
...at least, that was my excuse when fellow-endurance-blogger Monica and I decided to meet up.
There were several excellent reasons that Monica and I needed to meet face-to-face. Any coffeeshop in King County would have been sufficient for that stuff.
But the REAL reason to meet up at Cascade Gold Akhal-Teke farm was to meet this lovely little fellow:
Paddy's birth-story is HERE. I wanted to see (and hopefully photograph) his famous whorl-heart. Hmmm.
Monica, who is a Real Photographer, took pity on me, and mere seconds later, snapped this:
Such a lovely boy. And so is Monica's heart-throb, Danny:
Just because I think he looks like a pteranodon, doesn't mean I don't admire him. He's so slender and dainty though, compared to Gigantor the Dragon! And such a sweetheart, too!
When I got home, Fiddle gave me a Thorough Investigative Whuffle before allowing me to scrub her itchy hide with the brushes. Then, and only then, was I allowed to take her out for some grazing in the backyard to make up for my dalliance.
|Paddy's alpaca impression|
|"Here is my NOSE."|
|"No, really. Here is my NOSE!"|
|"Here is my HEART."|
|The obligatory "pix or it didn't happen" to prove that |
Monica and Danny were there, too.
|The only really decent photo I took all day. Sigh.|