Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Pixie has been delivered to the breeder. Everything is in nature's hands now or Amos's you know.

I ran into Fleet Farm to check sweet feed (not much of a selection) and get Wy a new toy. Then, Wy and I went to Taco Bell for tacos and shredded cheese. Then we went home and played with the new toy. Then we watched some tv, FB'd and went to bed. It is different but it isn't . . . something you can't quite put your finger on.

I hate to say it but I actually miss the Pixinator. I think Wyatt does to. He seems a little more vigilant. Yes, it was Pix always saving us from imminent death, lurking at every corner.

Curious as to how Wyatt will be tomorrow when we go to the barn.