Thank you for joining us once again as we chronicle Evelyn's ongoing adventures with any and all animals.
Last Friday, when Evelyn's festive Razorback clothing failed to ensure a win for the Hogs (as it usually has), she sought fun and excitement with her Granddad and some new friends.
She was bundled up in an ill-fitting cardigan I crocheted for her, and off they went!
|She was excited.|
First, a calf!
|She was intrigued.|
|They are obviously friends!|
She even petted the calf before Mo barked and the startled calf ran back to its mom.
|Mom, aka Lindy. She's a calf-having pro.|
|Tuff didn't mind at all when Evelyn tried to put her little hand up his nose.|
But wait, there's more!
It was time to play with Murphy! Murphy is a Pyrenees, and they usually herd sheep.
|"I am not a lamb, Granddad. Tell this dog he doesn't have to look after me."|
|"That's probably Mo's job anyway."|
Not pictured: Evelyn fearlessly checking the chicken pen for eggs with my dad's 'help'.
I'm sure she stared right into their deadly yellow eyes and laughed.
Or did her fake cough.
Tune in next time, when Evelyn will probably pet a hippo or a wildebeest or a cat!