Cuteness Test

Hello!

Hello!

Hello! It’s me again, Mudskipper Rous. MelT has decided that I have to test my cuteness level to see if I’m cute enough to have a blog. I admit, I might not be as cute and Garibaldi or Caplin, but I am doing my best. If I get a lot of (positive) comments, I get to continue. Otherwise…

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My Superpower (is rolling)


In the pond, right side up

If you’ll recall, Melly spent a lot of time last winter fixing up my pond. At first I thought she was ruining it by taking out all of the irises that I used to hide in. But then she put in a new liner so the pond actually holds water. I still can’t decide if I like the new pond better than the old one, or if I like the old one better than the new. But whatever, all I have is the new one and it’s greatest attribute is that it is perfect for rolling. Continue reading “My Superpower (is rolling)” »

Ponds Are For Rolling

 

Finally! A pond.

I hope you have been following the drama surrounding my pond rejuvenation (if not, please read them in this order: What Happened to My Pond?A Busy Day,  Pond Dreams). Well, the project is just about done and it is about time!

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Garibaldi is Sick: Vet Visit 3

 

The calm before the storm

Whoever said it was easy being a capybara is wrong. Wait, did no one say that? Are you sure? I thought I heard someone say it was easy. No? Well then, the reason they don’t say it is because it is not true. It is hard being a capybara. You might think that having teeth that constantly grow is a good thing. No need to worry about cavities. But there is a dark side to tooth growth. A dark, painful side.

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The Valley of the Shadow of Dogs

Rick is protecting me from a killer dog

Melly and Rick are always making me do things that are “good for me” but that I don’t want to do. Their latest kick is for us to go for a walk down the dirt road that leads to our house. That would be okay if it weren’t for the dogs. Do you see how I’m pressing my nose to Rick’s knee in the photo above? That is because if you look a little closer you will see a killer dog, saliva dripping from its fangs, is watching me from behind a flimsy wire fence.

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