Before I reveal the prize winners (yes! there was a tie! we have TWO winners.), Daisy wanted to express her profound hurt and outright objection at being made the subject of a most unflattering bet.

However, I told her that she, too, would be eligible for a prize just for playing along.

It's funny how the mere mention of a prize seems to soothe even the most wounded ego (my god, did someone actually suggest 34 pounds!! The shame of it).

Now that her ruffled feathers have been smoothed, I can share with you the results of this little contest. Before T left for the vets on Tuesday, I guessed that she would weigh in at 11 pounds; he guessed 12. Her actual weight that morning was 18.9 pounds.

That's right! Garden Wife and Jess are our winners as they both guessed 18 pounds.

Of course, I do need to mention that we had some close contenders as Plain Jane and Otter each were in range with their bets of 19.5, but of course, they went over the target. And, Huberama came in second with a bid of 17.5.

So, Jess and GW-- send me an email with your prize requests. And to all of you playing at home, tell me what you want for consolation prizes.

Right now I've got to get the big brombies out for a good hour+ walk as it is late in the day. (And, for any of your global warming enthusiasts out there it is another lovely warm, March-ish day here in the White Mountains. I've been in Bermuda when it was chillier than it is today.)

Why such a slow start to the day? We stayed up to the wee hours last night watching The Wire. Which, given its original air date of FIVE YEARS AGO should really be your consolation prize that you can laugh out loud at me only getting addicted to it discovering it now. But I have thanks to my West Coast pusher friend for that.

Yeah, I'm looking at you Laini, mofo.

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