Monday, March 8, 2010

Weaned, or Where's my mamma?

Douchelette's hooning days are done for a wee while. It's the big wean time. And she is not at all happy about it. In fact, she is sulking big time. Five acres and a couple of square metres are just not comparable...

Happily, however, there is little Uncle Mikie, through the prison bars, for company and conversation .. and on the other side big Auntie Rose...

All part of growing up, girl! So quit pouting and get into that adult food: broodmare mix and water instead of mother's milk..

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