March 28, 2017April 11, 2017 firstname.lastname@example.org Buttercup originally was owned by Kevin, but she was getting old and had a bad leg so he farmed her out to Papa Billy. He knew she would get great care and maybe even a new foot. Buttercup loved her new home, and all the attention, but you know cows, wanderlust was in her blood. One day when Papa Billy went to “work” at the Colonial House, Buttercup got restless and decided to visit the neighbors. Steve lives across the street and has great clover. Buttercup checked out the trailer and asked Steve if she could ride along to Arizona for the winter. She didn’t mind having to share space with a Harley. He’s thinking about it. Got milk? One day Buttercup had to babysit Andrew. He got real thirsty and all she had was milk. One thing is for sure, it was fresh. He said it was the best he ever tasted. You have to wonder about these people leaving their gardens unattended. This is Stephany and Ryan’s house. I figured as long as I was wandering around the neighbor hood I might find some good eats here. I think they need to water. Expanding her horizons, Buttercup decides to visit Nicole and Jack. Nobody home but she ate real good from the garden. Don’t know why, it seems I’ve been here before in another life. Nice backyard and plenty to eat. I’ll be back. Wonder if Greg is home., I can smell the coffee. Must be Dark Canyon. The Queen and Entourage. Dickie, Mike, Sherill, Janet, Cathy. Dickie, what are you doing? Must be Lucy’s house. Rapid City bike path. Just because I’m not an Elk, doesn’t mean I can’t eat the grass. I found a sign, but no pot of gold. I can’t tell if I’m fenced in or out. I better call Jamine She’s done this before. Not much to eat in there. Thanks guys for keeping me company. I came to see Henry. Not here either. Jolly Lane. Lot”s to eat here. I better get started before the Sime boys catch me. I’m not ready for the museum yet, but the grass is great. Even the painter wants in on the act. Bob and Marcia aren’t home, guess I”ll check out the garden. Would’nt you know, the gates locked. I just don’t understand, nobody’s ever home. Mike’s not here, guess I’ll lean on his car. Who the hell is that? Wilson Park never had it so good. The Gravelle girls Vicki & Laurie. I wonder if they have cows in Texas and Ohio? Deadwood sure has a nice park. Hope they don’t care if I have a little snack. I didn’t realize the park was right across from the police station. Am I in trouble? Nobody home at the Keene Team. I think uncle Vinny likes me. But probably not as much as his dog, Cavi.