Pictures of Arpad, Great Pyrenees and security chief at Goat Rope Farm, have often graced this blog. During the winter, he looks pretty regal, reminding me of the noble lion Aslan from C.S. Lewis' Narnia books. In the summer, however, not so much.
Because his hair is so think, he gets miserable when temperatures rise. So, around late may or early June we break out the clippers and attempt to give him a bit of a shave.
Let's just say the results aren't pretty and it takes several assaults to make a real dent in the old fuzz bucket. A neighbor described the shorn version, not too unjustly, as "the biggest white rat I ever saw."
But he still looks like an angel to me.
HOW MUCH LONGER? Here's an item by a co-worker on how family members of miners who died in Massey's Upper Big Branch disaster and still urging Congress to move on mine safety.
THE POLITICS OF COAL are the topic of this post from Ken Ward's Coal Tattoo.
GOT FIGS? Here are the latest musings on war, peace, drones, gardens and such from the Rev. Jim Lewis.
GOAT ROPE ADVISORY LEVEL: ELEVATED