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Wanna talk about a cute neighbor? Check this kid out...
He's five days old today. He was born in my backyard on Monday morning at about 6:00. No name yet, but I call him Skiddish. He's pretty shy and he's not very good at galloping, so he skids when he stops (hence the misspelling). He's deathly afraid of Mulva (that's my car's name. If you don't get it, watch more Seinfeld reruns.), so whenever I come up the driveway, he sprints like hell. The other day he couldn't stop in time, so he hit the wall of the barn. I felt bad for laughing, but it was just too cute.
He's getting used to me now, so he'll come up to say hi when I walk over, but his mom, Lady in Red, hates my guts. She was abused and the people who gave her to my landlord actually wanted to put her down for fear that she would never trust people. Well, she still doesn't trust me, but she spits out some damn cute babies.
So now that school is out for the summer, my life consists of packing for China and playing with Skiddish. Of course, playing with him only involves watching him jump around; we aren't supposed to touch him because baby horses don't develop an immune system until they hit six weeks.
All the people I started grad school with graduate tomorrow, which makes me sad. Had it not been for my unfortunate summer vacation last year, I'd be finishing up with them. We have a beach trip planned for the week before I head to Beijing, so that will make for a proper goodbye.
So, that's life as I know it. I'll be blogging more often once I hit the PRC - unless the Man comes after me - so keep an eye out.
Wanna talk about a cute neighbor? Check this kid out...
He's five days old today. He was born in my backyard on Monday morning at about 6:00. No name yet, but I call him Skiddish. He's pretty shy and he's not very good at galloping, so he skids when he stops (hence the misspelling). He's deathly afraid of Mulva (that's my car's name. If you don't get it, watch more Seinfeld reruns.), so whenever I come up the driveway, he sprints like hell. The other day he couldn't stop in time, so he hit the wall of the barn. I felt bad for laughing, but it was just too cute.
He's getting used to me now, so he'll come up to say hi when I walk over, but his mom, Lady in Red, hates my guts. She was abused and the people who gave her to my landlord actually wanted to put her down for fear that she would never trust people. Well, she still doesn't trust me, but she spits out some damn cute babies.
So now that school is out for the summer, my life consists of packing for China and playing with Skiddish. Of course, playing with him only involves watching him jump around; we aren't supposed to touch him because baby horses don't develop an immune system until they hit six weeks.
All the people I started grad school with graduate tomorrow, which makes me sad. Had it not been for my unfortunate summer vacation last year, I'd be finishing up with them. We have a beach trip planned for the week before I head to Beijing, so that will make for a proper goodbye.
So, that's life as I know it. I'll be blogging more often once I hit the PRC - unless the Man comes after me - so keep an eye out.
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