Yak Litter-ature

Swamette & I celebrated mini-Swamette, Isabelle's, birthday Sunday. The party, company and food were very enjoyable, but as usual Isabelle and Lorelei's sweetness was so great that it caused cavities.

We had to rush back home afterwards, stopping on the way at Yaks R Us to pick up a couple of pallets of yak litter. It was Swamette's turn to change the litter today. The litter has to be changed three times a week, and it is Swamettte's turn on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Swami decided to add to the country music yak-herding genre by writing a few verses about an incident that happened a few weeks ago as Swamette and I were bringing in the herd. We will leave it to others to set this to music. [All country music, of course, is based on actual experiences]:

We were driving the yaks down the valley you see
Just Swamette, nine yaks and me

We were really a movin when we heard a roar
The rumble was as fright'nin as Swamette's snore

A yak had jack-knifed, roundin the bend
For that poor yak, it was the end

(repeat and fade out into a yak-milk induced stupor)
For that poor yak it was the end....

Although this is no doubt heart-wrenching and has probably left you in tears, just remember we now have at least a six-month supply of yak jerky.