I’m sorry to say but unfortunately mullito is not Spanish for “Small Mullet”. No folks, it means little mule. Right around new year’s I headed up to Cruz Pampa, the campo where my g-pa’s live with Tiffany. My mom had told me that a mule had just been born and I couldn’t resist but go up to investigate.
Turns out there was more than just a mullito. There was a baby horse, baby chickens, puppies, kitties, and piglets. What a field day! I went behind the house to see the puppies and the dad dog flipped out and ferouciouslly barked at me. Luckily he was tied up but not worry because my grandpa came from out front with his machete in case things got out of hand.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t want anyone out there thinkin’ I’m some cat lady that sends out those beyond ridiculous e-mails with photos of cats reading the newspaper or dogs answering the telephone – you know what I’m talking about. But you do have to admit these photos are pretty adorable.
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