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Happy “Oh My God The World Is Coming To An End!”

Happy 4th of July, everyone! Hopefully everyone had an enjoyable holiday sans any trips to the hospital. The boyfriend and I had a good holiday. Poor Hobbes was convinced that the world was ending though and thus spent the majority of his time wrapped in a blanket in the closet (most likely trying to map some sort of escape route where we’d be safe from the bombs above). Woody and Flirt seemed unfazed by it all, though I’m sure Woody attributed all the explosions to those sketchy ass llamas next door; they’re always up to something.
(Why yes, Hobbit does enjoy the closet).

The Invasion

Here’s to hoping none of you ever have neighbors move in with a herd of llamas as llamas and horses are sworn natural enemies (Or so Woody has indicated to me on numerous occasions when the llamas decide to perch on top of the berm and glare at us; bastards).

Woody is convinced the neighboring llamas will bring about the apocalypse or at the very least maim him in some unspeakably horrid manner. As such he always keeps his eyes peeled during our evening rides just in case they should pick that moment to launch their inevitable attack. Puppy remains unconvinced that they pose any real threat other than being an eyesore.