He is new.
Harry? Hector? Armand?
I love him a lot.
Mom avoided going to look at some Anatolian/Pryenees mixes in Sherman by going to Canton instead. At Dog Town (in the market), we saw four Pyrenees puppies that I just wasn’t that crazy about. They looked kind of like sissies. Mom says they were prettier. Maybe.
Then in the livestock area, we saw two of these Anatolian/Pyrenees mixes asleep in a dirty little pen. When another dog walked by, they jumped up and barked aggressively. One boy, and one girl – we got the boy.
This is what Alice looked like when she met him. Better get over it, Alice! He’s living in your barn!
Some neighbors (to me, everyone who lives along the main road are neighbors) have a miniature horse farm. Some of them just had babies. Mom and I drive by and coo about how cute they are and how we want one…
Then we saw this weirdo at the market and decided we didn’t want one. Miniature horses are much cuter from afar. In fact, I think their cuteness increases on a mathematically scale the farther away you get. (By the way, if you click on that picture, his nose isn’t cut off.)
Up close, it’s a circus freak.
Mom and I decided that visiting the livestock part of the flea market is like seeing a sideshow.
The world’s tiniest pig. Goats with legs bent the wrong way (or in our case, goats with four udders (unheard of!) and folded ears).
A skinny horse with legs disproportionately long to its body.
And a 50 year old mob wife that has had so much plastic surgery she looks like a 5 year old Asian girl.
Crazy.
The song in the the title is Chinese by Lily Allen. Other lyrics are, “And we’ll get a Chinese and watch TV.” Get “a Chinese”? What is that supposed to mean?
william: “You take a biscuit, fry it up, ice it and you’ve made a donut.”
me: “They don’t have Chinese people in West Texas?”
william: “No.”
me: “Who does everyone’s nails?”
william: “I wasn’t really concerned about that.”