1) Funny Pic of the Day
I don’t think this little dude will be taking lessons from Yoda any time soon.
2) A hen that thinks it’s a penguin, or at least walks like one.
From an article in UK Metro:
“Awkwardly described as a ‘peng-hen’, the hen doesn’t walk like a normal chicken – instead, it waddles upright with its wings tucked behind its back.

The hen’s owner, fisherman Liu Yong, says that the hen ‘walked in a weird way from its childhood’, marching around upright rather than scratching on the ground and roosting on a perch at night.

The identity crisis sadly means that the hen is rather lonely – Liu says that ‘other chickens must think she is a freak, as no one will get close to her.’

‘In the night all the chickens will fly up to the roof of the chicken house, leaving only her on the ground,’ he adds.”

3) My kind of dog show, the Scruffs.  From an article in the Irish Times:

“WHILE MOST dog shows are all about pedigree and privilege, the Scrufts dog show – held at The Argory, near Moy in Co Armagh – was a celebration of the common canine. As the name suggested, even the scruffiest mongrel was welcome. The event was part of a growing worldwide trend for alternative dog shows, where animals are not rewarded for perfect breeding, but for their skills, natural good looks and all-round charm. There are often prizes for the “prettiest bitch” and the “most handsome dog”, for the dog with the waggiest tail, or for the winner of the sausage and cake race.

So on Sunday afternoon there was no last-minute primping and polishing, no back-combing of fluffy tails or trimming of unruly whiskers. This was dog democracy. Shaggy dogs, lanky dogs, lop-eared dogs and even one-eyed dogs took to the show ring with pride, prancing round with their owners to the sound of Abba’s Dancing Queen. One very small girl, sucking busily on her soother, tottered round with her even tinier puppy. “It’s very important to smile,” called out the master of ceremonies, the trophies and rosettes ranged on a table in front of him. It wasn’t clear whether he meant the dogs or their handlers, but everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.”

Did you have a special animal friend when you were growing up?
I didn’t have many playmates growing up.  My best friend, my only friend really, was Buttons, a mutt my father got from the “Dog Pound”, after my grandmother, the only member of my family I was close to, died.
There were a lot of woods around our house.  Me and Buttons had many adventures together.  Buttons lived 14 years, and died when I was overseas in the Army.
Who do I miss from my childhood?  My grandmother and Buttons.