Henry Still Doesn’t Spit

When Laura and I work we spend the first five or ten minutes catching up. Yesterday I had a Whine I needed to get off my chest. It was about one of those volunteer jobs I am trying to give up. In order to do that, I have to teach somebody else how to do the job. I needed to whine about how it would have taken less time to just do the fricking thing myself, but that would have defeated the purpose of not having to do it at all next year! Okay, I feel better now.

Laura’s update had to do with going the the Talbot County Fair last night. She said it was wonderful. It doesn’t take alot to get her excited. I, on the other hand, was mowing our lawn. You decide who probably had the better time last evening. The high point of her night at the fair was reconnecting with Henry, the camel who does not spit.

Henry will not spit by Laura for blog

Laura met Henry last year at another fair and thought the sign “Henry Does Not Spit” would make a terrific log line for a script and did a blog post on that topic.

Henry 2013 by Laura for blog

She said there were two low points at the fair. The first was a deep fried Snickers bar. One of those little guys like you find in bags at Halloween, dipped in batter and deep fried. You should have seen her face when she described trying to eat it. I should have pulled out my camera. Laura is a real foodie; deep fried Snickers did not make the list.

The other mistake she made was the going on a couple of those small town fair rides and what it did to her back and shoulder. She told me she’s on an ibuprofen diet for the next couple of days, but that didn’t take away from the joy of getting to pet Henry. He did not spit, bite or in any way misbehave. Henry lives on a horse rescue farm in Denton, MD. How this camel, a cross between Bactrian and Dromedary camels, got there is another story.

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