Im a Yak that self identifies as a Spanish Bull. I’m bullish (ha!) on cruising the countryside, unencumbered by fences, in Lovingston Virginia. Stay back.
Gareth Moore @VADistillery secretly told me he actually prefers the Chardonnay Cask Finished Whisky. I snorted! (That’s actually what I do much of the time anyway). I’m like “Dude. You can’t have our kind of best in class facial hair and prefer scents of citrus!”
#earthybull
There is reporting that I was spotted today skulking around @VADistillery. Nothing could be further from the truth! Don’t you know I was there at the personal invitation of Gareth Moore to tip back some Brewers Batch Virginia-Highland Whisky?
#singlemaltbull#refinedtaste
Astute WSET reporter @caroline_wset refers to my “great escape” in her segment. At long last, a member of the press who can see beyond my spellbinding good looks to see the wily Houdini like artist who engineered this daring jail break.
#inbroaddaylight#atanintersection#naked
My previous owner-human envisions a day when I will be home in a grassy field with my own Facebook page. Seriously? Facebook? Do I look 100 years old?
#TwitterCool
I’ve reached out to @RoyalFamily for tips on how to deal with a swooning British Press. I’m guessing Prince Harry will be the one to call me back since we both share that coarse facial hair, rugged good looks thing.
#BullBros
So the female human proprietor at the Orchard House B&B astutely states in this article that “he is one smart yak!” I can only assume her gushing comments about my virile masculinity and movie star good looks we’re edited out.
#devastatinglyhandome
https://t.co/ANgsXM7pEr
How did I really make my escape? Let’s just say it involves the DelFosse Winery and a couple of Pinot Gris French Oak Barrels. “Aromas with citrus, melon, and Yak apples.” Bottoms up!
So I was texting my buddy Andy Dufresne in Zihuatanejo and he asked me if crawled through a sewer pipe to make my escape. I’m like “Dude have you even seen Yak shit?” Old Andy couldn’t burrow his way through a pile of it with his rock hammer. LOL
I heard they’ve put out buckets of sweet tea and apple slices to draw me out of hiding. Do I look vegan?? I sport a nose ring! I’m actually knocking back bacon cheese fries and jalapeño lime pale ales at Wood Ridge Farm Bewery.
Have you ever been meandering through the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains and needed a quick way to see if your neutered? Asking for a friend. #nofingersoropposablethumbs
So I’m eyeballing the bachelorette party at Orchard House B&B. So going to crash it. The squirrel who just ran beneath me quips “I guess you are going to serve the girls your mountain oysters”. What? Herbivores don’t eat seafood. Must Google this.
Hey Bread and Breakfast up on the hill:
Oatmeal OK
Eggs OK
Bacon OK
Turkey Sausage OK
Steak NOT OK (I have a beef with that)
Sometimes I crack myself up.