Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Jim Farts

Every time I let Jim into the barn and he sees me, he farts. And it's not like a tiny little fart. It's like a motor boat directed RIGHT at my face. The next time I let him into the barn, I'll record it so you can all see for yourself. He used to never do it, but now, it's every. darn. time.


I guess I won't fault him though. He is 30 years old and a grumpy gus. At some point you should be allowed to be a grump and get away with just about anything (and Jim is at that point). I just wish he wouldn't direct those gas bombs right at my head.


I'll take it as a compliment when Jim farts on me.


Happy Farting Jim

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