Pictures

Barb's Office is the attic.  I asked her long ago what she would have done had she not fallen afoul of me, and she replied, "I'd probably be an old-lady librarian living in a garret with my cats, writing romance novels."  I sure changed that, didn't I?

50% of Barb's pride.

Two of our five dogs. Notice that the cats are hers but the dogs are ours.

Barb was given six common guppies and, by a constant program of ignoring them, now has lots of very fancy fish.

Barb's last horse comes out through the fly screens.  She decided riding was too painful, given the number of times she had been thrown, so the five horses and one pony shuffled around through the sheep pastures for a decade, as time took them all .