Today I embark on a journey to travel south-east to meet my alpaca! Well, it wont REALLY be mine. I don’t get to take it home and hug it and squeeze it and name him George. My lovely friends adopted the alpaca for me through the White Violet Farm which is part of the Ministry of the Sisters of Providence.
Pictures of me with my alpaca and perhaps a refresher on the background of why an alpaca of all things will follow. Until then sing sweets songs of “Sleepy Alpaca” it goes something like this…
Warm alpaca
Soft alpaca
Little hooves with fur
Happy alpaca
Sleepy alpaca
Please don’t spit in my face
(lyrics by Tammy Green with finishing help from me)
I’m going to have the alpaca song in my head all day now.