Happy Christmas and New Year to you all!
I know that picture up there is not my best look, but I only agree to put on silly clothes when there is a clear benefit: Christmas turkey (which explains why I don’t fit into my jumper any more)!
While I’m in the mood let me tell you a joke. What do you get when you cross a snowman and a dog? Frostbite!
Now on to more serious matters. I’ve been thinking while working down on the farm; I remember that I learned very quickly that you don’t mess in the house where you sleep, because you would upset the boss and it’s smelly. But the larger, four-legged animals (cows that is) who are also cared for just like me are allowed to mess in their house and we have to go down and clean up for them every day. Why haven’t they learned to do it outside? Does this mean that, while I may not have size or strength on my side, I have more intelligence?
