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Friday, November 03, 2006

Twas the Fifty-first Night Before Christmas....

I know that there are probably a lot of people out there who are already thinking of getting their loved one a yak for Christmas.
The Swami says, "Go for it!"

Here are a few random thoughts:

If this is meant to be a very special occasion, and you are considering not just a yak but a herd, the ideal area for keeping a herd of yaks is about 80 acres.

If you are only getting the recipient one or two yaks, they can be kept on less than 80 acres. With proper training of your yak, even life in an apartment can be exciting. Very exciting.

Also, it is best if you do not use a lot of pesticides. Above all be sure that if you do use a lawn care company, or even plant fertilizer, that none of the products have any of the same ingredients as those in Yak-B-Gone. Yaks, as I'm sure you learned in school are very sensitive animals. In fact, you should never even take them to see a "chick flick" without taking along several cases of Puffs (extra soft with lotion).

If this is your first yak, it is probably worth the extra expense of an extended warranty. The extended warranty will double the standard coverage to a full two weeks. During this period you will not have to worry about your yak contracting Dutch Elm Disease or the heartbreak of mange.


At 10:45 PM, Anonymous Swami's son, the one who is in the witness protection program said...

Not about this post, but yaks in general: I thought you'd be interested to know that a couple evenings ago, your five-year-old granddaughter just started (and I'm serious) repeating the word "Yak" over and over and over again. Maybe for five minutes. Maybe ten. It felt like an hour. She just kept saying, "Yak, yak, yak, yak, yak, yak..." Well, you get the idea. I think she thinks it's a fun word, and she's heard her grandfather mention the animal a few times. "Yak, yak, yak..." She kept giggling, of course, when I covered my ears, and that made her say it even more. In any case, somebody, I'll send you the psychologist's bill. Not Isabelle's, but the one for me, who I'll plan on seeing, if she does that again.


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