Me with my activity gym
Hey! it’s me again, Mudskipper Rous. I bet you missed me because I haven’t blogged in a while. I’m a very busy capybara.
The photo of me above was taken on Feb. 17th. That was one short month ago. I was just a baby then and could hardly reach my toys. Continue reading “Playtime!” »
This whole Dobby trip is taking a long time to relate. I’d say it’s about four times as long in blog posts as it was in real life! I guess that’s just how big a star Dobby is. Today’s post finishes up the whole adventure by covering his swimming pool exploits and the sudden deterioration of our relationship, as well as a bit of Seattle tourism. Continue reading “Dobby(e) Trip: Part 4” »
I’m starting this post with a cute photo of Prince Dobalob, aka Dobby(e) Winnick. Isn’t he adorable? Well, get over it because the whole rest of this post is not going to be about Dobby at all, it’s going to be about my journey to get to him. The journey starts in Buda, TX, detours through Los Angeles, and ends in Seattle with the famous capybara. This installment is about the LA section of the trip. I’d like to promise that it will be interesting, even though it is not about capybaras, but you will have to judge that for yourselves. Continue reading “Dobby(e) Trip: Part 1” »
I have a red nose just like Rudolph the reindeer
I am worried today.. Dobbye Winnick’s owner Stacy is visiting Melly. When she does that, bad things happen. Almost every time she comes I end up going to A&M for a vet visit. Last time she was here I did the A&M Vet School open house. That wasn’t as bad as getting knocked out and having your teeth drilled down or whatever they do when I’m unconscious, but it wasn’t something I’d do voluntarily, although Melly always volunteers me. Continue reading “Stacy Winnick is Visiting!” »
This is me on the day I came to live with Melly and my Rick. I wasn’t even 10 months old yet. I sure had a big head! And I was scared of everything. But the point of this blog post is my fur. See how nice and red it is? And how short? It is a little longer on my body than on my head, but not by a whole lot. That is baby capybara fur. Continue reading “My Big Boy Fur” »