Tax Time Lovelies

Well, folks—it's official. The tax return is filed, and FarmWife and Mr. J are getting a chunk of change back this year! Silly humans. They've already scrooged away every budgeted penny for bills and necessaries, but just in case Uncle Sam spontaneously kicks back a little extra cash for one of my dear readers, I thought I would present for your shopping pleasure the following Tax Time Lovelies from the giant sale barn that is the World Wide Web.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1509010&share_this=Y

This Victor fellow might have long pasterns, methinks, but he looks like a jolly chap who just needs a lift out of snowy Ohio.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1489546&share_this=Y

I think I showed you guys this one already. Can you tell I WUV him? I think he would make a very nice best (guy) friend, never of course usurping Katie's role as the other other BEST mule in the world, besides me and John Henry.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1489530&share_this=Y

Is this guy the incredible hulk of the mule world, or does he just need a slimming diet and a better camera angle? I don't love his neck, but his color's hard to beat, he's cute and sturdy, and the icing on the cake is that he lives with that pretty fellow, Flat Track. I would guess that Joe-joe wears the pants in THAT family.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1475830

This is Jim Bob. You can't see his big picture anymore, but if you could you would note that he needs about a hundred pounds of flesh. Hopefully his owners are skimping on the photo renewal fee so they can save up for mule groceries! He sounds and looks like a dear soul, though, so if you're looking for an Intrepid Adventurer like me, Fenway Bartholomule, he may be just the ticket.

http://www.dreamhorse.com/show_horse.php?form_horse_id=1504664

This is for those of you who can't talk your husband into a new trail mule. He is not a mule. He is not even a donkey. He is a dust bunny. If you have a white Australian Shepherd, as my FarmWife does, you can easily hide this guy under the couch among the other fluffballs when your husband is due home.

'Ears to you, and to your tax return!

Fenway Bartholomule