Is he hot or what? I'd do him. Oh wait, bahahaha! p.s. In case you're out of the loop, we live in Kissimmee, not kiss me, KissImmee
This is what Mufasa will do if we leave his bag out. Talk about desperate. I read online about doggie depression, and Mufasa seems like a prime time candidate. Is that the face of 'bring me back to China' or what?
This is part of my family, in Florida. An extention of Patsy (Mike's step-mom) sons and co. Real cowboys, running a ranch and everything. I asked them to let me help with a calving, and they looked back at me like I was two pepperonis short of a pizza. But here's Brett (in red) and his son with one of the steers they entered into the fair.
Nette (a complete sweetheart, also Patsy's daughter) and her son with his respective steer.
I thought this was HIGH-larious, did you know they wash and blow dry all the steers before showing? I told Mike after we saw this that now there was no giving me flack for taking a long time to get ready...haha.
And here, you have one of the winning steers. He was kind of weirded out I wanted to take his picture, but my my my that's one fine steer right here.
Awww. We're lovers. AND friends. And I look like a crack whore in this picture, what can I say, four hours of sleep a night will get to you.
Bidders, on your mark....GO!
p.s. You know your a redneck when....your offered rodeo day off instead of Presidents day. True story.