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Donkey Hoti

This is Donkey Hoti, Roscoe's current longtime companion.

Donkey Hoti is not just another well-loved, matted soul in a long line of Roscoe's sad babies loves. He looooves her. He's always been somewhat of a serial monogamist.

First there was Polly Polka Pants. His first love.

She turned her back on him.

He soon hopped into a whirlwind romance with this little bunny.
For the record...I am not claiming to know the sexual preference of my dog, or the stuffies... it's just a story.

She knew she was just a rebound romance, but just couldn't walk away.

This next gal was just plain mean.

and who could forget sweet sleepy Ellie?

Apparently Roscoe, once he met this little chicken.

 

Suffragettes eat cake too

A few days ago one of my mother's oldest friends emailed me, my sister and a few others to see if we were interested in honoring her memory with a walkway board at the wild animal sanctuary where she had worked. Since then I've been looking at my mother's old photos on line and came across this gem that was written exactly 107 years ago, today.

My great grandmother invited Susan B. Anthony to her 12th birthday party. 

 

Sadly she was too busy to attend. She did, however, promise to have someone at headquarters send her a new photo of herself. I'm guessing that to Ruth's twelve-year-old self she was as cool as Lady Gaga is to my friend's twelve-year-old girls. My twelve-year-old self had Stevie Nicks... but that's another story for another day.

Turns out, the parcel with the new photo did not arrive in a timely fashion, so Ms. Anthony wrote her a short letter to explain what had happened...

I see that Ms. Anthony did not have in her school the vertical writing. This letter is not plainly read.

I'm not sure if she ever did get her picture... but if not, it was not for lack of trying.