tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post2238687856263320186..comments2024-02-01T22:10:03.600-08:00Comments on Wyndson Farm: Looking a Gift Horse in the MouthKarenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08938874724231860923noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post-72490455614723674042011-11-10T17:04:28.885-08:002011-11-10T17:04:28.885-08:00between Old Ewe, April and Pride you have the star...between Old Ewe, April and Pride you have the start of a retirement community. I hope Pride eats better now and gains a bit of weight:)Far Side of Fiftyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07995757632158408442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post-87408228982596081492011-11-10T09:30:54.382-08:002011-11-10T09:30:54.382-08:00Right there with you on the Seniors Home. Good of...Right there with you on the Seniors Home. Good of you to have the Vet come out to float Pride's teeth. Loved the last picture....looked like he had a heck of a hangover :0)gvmamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05867025752175321347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post-81678408414646809322011-11-09T13:51:38.473-08:002011-11-09T13:51:38.473-08:00That was really interesting. I was offered a job ...That was really interesting. I was offered a job working with a local Vet that specializes in eye care. He did eye surgery on one of the Tigers from the Zoo. Sometimes I regret not taking that job.Rykerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424717988638341638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post-8243595606007316512011-11-09T07:29:59.998-08:002011-11-09T07:29:59.998-08:00I like to think it does:)I like to think it does:)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08938874724231860923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-486219060874117495.post-85589327411733143722011-11-09T07:07:54.300-08:002011-11-09T07:07:54.300-08:00When we were on the farm, our vet kidded us that w...When we were on the farm, our vet kidded us that we ran a retirement home for animals. At least when we had to say farewell, we knew they'd lived good lives. That counts for a lot, doesn't it?GramMarynoreply@blogger.com