Hillbilly Mansion

A 20-acre utopia smack dab in the middle of Hillmomba, where Hillbilly Mom posts her cold-hearted opinions, petty grievances, and self-proclaimed wisdom in spite of being a technology simpleton.

Sunday, October 19, 2025

A Harness Was Not The Solution

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After the altercation between new dog Lucky, and my little Jack (the instigator), with Farmer H caught in the middle... all parties retired...
Saturday, October 18, 2025

Shackytown Boulevard Is Paved With Gravel And Good Intentions

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When we last convened, Farmer H had settled our new rescue dog Lucky in the side yard, over by Shackytown Boulevard. Lucky had slipped his c...
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Friday, October 17, 2025

The Escape Artist

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Here's a picture that was a happy accident. I was tossing little chunks of bread to Jack and Lucky on the front porch, when Farmer H fir...
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Thursday, October 16, 2025

It's Our Lucky Day

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Tuesday at 1:00, Farmer H went to the dog pound to adopt the pet of my desire. The animal control guy said, "He's been here a long ...
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Wednesday, October 15, 2025

The Quest For Pet

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On Monday after he returned from his trip to Illinois to return "stolen" merchandise, Farmer H called about the dog I want to resc...
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Tuesday, October 14, 2025

I Don't Know Whether To Mark The Calendar Or Check For Fever

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A strange thing happened here at the Mansion on Sunday. So out of the ordinary that the occasion must somehow be commemorated. FARMER H ASKE...
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Monday, October 13, 2025

Even An Old Gal Like Mrs. HM Can Dream

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You know I don't ask for much. Just the occasional oil change for T-Hoe every couple of years, a Reuben Sandwich once a month, and Farme...
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I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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