Saturday, November 14, 2015

Can you see Harvey?

It's raining, it's dark, and muddy, and cold, and I've got the car headlights trained on Harv's pasture. I'm in tennis shoes and the pasture is a mud pit, but I  need to clean Harv's legs off. I'm shaking a bucket of grain, and calling Harv, but he is ignoring me. Can you see him out there? Standing there, this giant middle finger of a horse  -- Harvey, I want to HELP YOU!

In the end I walk out in the deep, slick, sticky, mud, and bring him in. One look at his face -- I just can't stay mad...

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