I would like to file a formal complaint regarding a recent incident with sanctuary management.

Last week, without warning, the veterinarian arrived and announced that Maisie and I were getting our annual vaccinations.

Apparently, being beautiful, beloved, and generally essential to sanctuary operations does not exempt someone from “preventive medical care.”

I find this troubling.

I was told the shots were necessary to keep me healthy. While I strongly support keeping me healthy, I question whether anyone fully explored the possibility of accomplishing this through carrots instead.

Then Ryan put big pink covers on my horns.

Both of them.

Apparently, my natural elegance presented a safety concern. I have spent years growing these horns, and he dressed them as though they were attending a baby shower. 

Nevertheless, I handled the situation with the dignity expected of someone in my position. I stood bravely while everyone admired how good I was. Then, having survived (barely), I was ready to begin the difficult process of rebuilding trust.

However, everyone seemed ready to carry on with the day. This surprised me. I had assumed there would be a small reception honoring my bravery. Nothing elaborate. A few remarks. A banana platter. Ryan explaining his choices. Especially the stabby ones.

I am therefore requesting the following:

• A formal apology
• Advance notice of all future shots, including a full explanation of all snacks involved
• Compensation provided before anyone approaches me with a needle
• ​Final approval of anything described as something I “need to wear”

Despite this unfortunate violation of my dignity, I remain healthy, magnificent, and willing to move forward once appropriately compensated.
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-Jenna

I have been informed that Gwen will be arriving soon, and naturally I have been thinking about what an excellent big sister I am going to be.

I already have many important things to teach her: how to ask for snacks, how to make sure everyone is paying attention to you, and how to remain confident that you are correct even when someone suggests otherwise.

I also think babies need someone calm, patient, and responsible looking out for them. Fortunately, I am at least one of those things.

I have been told that she will be very small at first, which is fine. I am very large, so between the two of us we should average out nicely. I also understand that she may cry sometimes. I do not see this as a problem. I am quite experienced with expressing my feelings loudly when I would like something, so I believe this will be to her advantage during our training which I mentioned previously.

Mostly, I am excited to meet her. I think she is going to love me.

- Jenna

Huckleberry spent the better part of his young life keeping a cautious eye on his backside, which was often coming into contact with Edna's horns. Huck always held out hope for a friendship and it seems that now that he has grown bigger, Edna's feelings have changed.  He went from being a little boy she pushed around, to a friend to play with.  And we have even caught them gently rubbing their heads together!  She still occasionally headbutts him just to maintain appearances.  But secretly, we think she love him.  And he knows it. ❤️

Frequency: Common

Our sweet little Huckleberry is just over 18 months old now. He still looks like a big lamb to us, but he is feeling like quite the big boy.  We were so happy when our adult sheep Bonnie and Piper took him into their little flock when he was quite young and loved their baby Huckleberry (while also firmly teaching him sheep manners as a rambunctious little boy).  The three of them, along with Annie the blind dwarf cow, have the most adorable little family.  

​Lately I've been noticing Huck do something strange - he will sometimes put his head on the backs of Bonnie and Piper when they are all hanging out together.  It seems innocuous but they immediately push him off and give him a firm nudge away from them.  So I did some research to figure out what this meant in sheep language. ​

Formation: The "Snoutpost"
Frequency: Rare

Formation: Triangle
Frequency:  Rare

I would like to formally address the ongoing turkey nonsense.  Frankly, I have had enough.  For weeks now, it has been nothing but turkeys, turkeys, turkeys.

Someone swallowed a ball bearing.
Someone is wearing a brand new sweater because of an “ouchie.”
Someone else is refusing to come off her nest at bedtime, requiring a full nightly search party like she is royalty lost in the wilderness.
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I would like to remind everyone that I am the actual royalty here.

Hi, Jenna here…

I don’t really understand why everyone doesn’t automatically get me as their secret Valentine this year. I mean, what’s better than secretly knowing you’re getting a Valentine while also secretly knowing it will be me?!? 

Exactly.

I would be an excellent Valentine. I am warm, loyal, emotionally available when not distracted by carrots, and I show up every single day needing hugs. The surprise alone would be worth it. You’d spend everyday wondering who your Valentine is and then BOOM it’s me. Best day ever.

I have been told, however, that Valentine’s Day is about sharing love, and that I cannot keep all of it for myself. So fine. I will reluctantly agree. And mom and dad tell me this is very wonderful for me to do. They seemed surprised… likely because they know how right I am about my original thinking.  

Still, let’s be honest with ourselves. In spirit, I am still everyone’s Valentine.

Dear Diary,
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Today, I saw Huckleberry standing there. 
Soft, round, unsuspecting.

​I told myself, “Edna, you are new here. You must resist.”