Good, because we can't afford to shell out for them!
Squirrel Rehab Declares Acorn Emergency, Response Has Been Nuts
The Dodo, via Murray C.
Cutetropolis: Your one-stop source...
Knickers the cow: why Australia’s giant steer is so fascinating
The Guardian, via many, many people
... for oversize bovine information.
Moo-ve over Australian cow: Manitoba’s ‘Dozer’ measures 6’5″
CTV News, via Andrew Y.
Sometimes I pay extra for the carnuba wax.
Stray Dog Goes To Car Wash Every Day For The ‘Petting Machine’
The Dodo, via Murray C.
And finally: I Have Accepted My Fate
I thought every day was #InternationalCatDay pic.twitter.com/4hAXlRI04v
— Matthew Cocker (@BrandyTartlet) August 8, 2018
I love Linda and her petting machine!
Turkish Delight!
They make auto-scratchers for cows.
Maybe it could be cutetroplolis group project to design a doggo version to give auto-butt scritches to puppers?
That is a big steer.
From what I’ve read the breed he’s standing among are smaller than average, but even so 6’4″ at the shoulder is gigantic.
And I love that his buddy, a Brahman steer, is named Bra.
I was about to take a sip of tea when I hit play on the video…good thing I hesitated.
I want to make a corny squirrel joke, but I can’t think of anything.
Sqwerl reminds me of Scrooge McDuck in his money pile.
That cat is making the face I make when I’m playing Dark Souls and find out the hard way a boss has a grab attack. “Welp, guess I’m going for a ride.”
And I’d like to add another contestant to the HUGE steer/cow contest. This one is right in my own backyard:
https://fox5sandiego.com/2018/11/28/battling-bovines-ramona-cow-cowboy-may-rival-australian-steer-knickers-in-size/
Knickers vs Cowboy vs Dozer. Who’s your favorite?? I gotta go with my hometown boy Cowboy.
I’m imagining a bunch of homeowners who hate raking up acorns thinking:
Oh yeah, I got some acorns for you.
How’d this dog hair get on my car? But I don’t own a dog. Oh yeah, that puppers at the carwash did it.
I love the sneezing pooches but I’m so glad I don’t have to use my tongue as a hanky.
I grew up in a forest of Oak trees. There were so many acorns that us kids used to gather them up in big brown paper grocery bags, stockpile a few bags, then get behinf fallen tree forts and have acorn wars. Acorns actually sting when thrown at you with enough velocity! In winter we would reinforce our snowballs with frozen acorns. Brutal suburban 1950s. No parental supervision for hours in the good old days.
I read on Bored Panda recently that you can make acorn flour – next time I’m at the town park I’ll gather enough for a test. They say it’s labor-intensive, so just a small batch.
Parental supervision was not a thing when I was a child in the 50s. In the summer we went outside and played and went home to eat lunch and dinner.
Me too! Out all day except for meals. Inside when streetlights came on. Icecream Truck. Shower, bed, repeat the next day.
Winter except for school and homework, out until we turned blue. I actually got frostbite twice.
At the beach you would swim until your teeth chattered and you got all pruned-up.
EXACTLY!
We didn’t have it during the 70’s either. 🙂 I am very grateful for the experience.
The sad to thing to add to that– is all that time the predators hid in all the ‘organized groups, activities’. It very rarely was the stranger in the street. Makes me sad.
Yup. Luckily I got through with no trouble. But it was happening then just less known.
I was a kid in the seventies too. We’d leave in the morn, tell mom where we were going–approximately. ? My mom got so tired of yelling for us at lunch she got this cow bell/ gong thing and would stand in our front yard and “gong” it until we showed up! Its hilarious now, but I was old enuff to be embarrased, at first, then. Ahhhh…the good old days!
My mom had a bell too, but we were typically in our back yard park,a22acre park that the house backed on to.
Love the little squirrel!
Our local naturalist, who writes a column in the paper, has been doing a census of melanistic (black) squirrels. Nice chance to participate as an ‘armchair naturalist’ – we have a colony of black squirrels south of town. They’re lovely, more of a charcoal gray.
Okay, I finally had time to watch Linda the dog and see all the dogsneezy photos. I might laugh for the rest of the evening.
Right?! 😀 My at work computer will not let me watch twitter videos so I have to wait until I get home. *Ahh heck, a temporary, superficial inconvenience which makes me appreciate slow life even more. 🙂 *
Is Linda exhibiting tool use?!
Ahhhhh. That’s the spot. Right there! Leg kicking due to self induced skritching is hilarious.