Photographed by Sheryl @ Flowery Prose.
He stables the horses from strongest
to weakest, tells me how many days
we’ve had of rain, or without rain;
he’s always counting days, calories, clients,
dollars. He organizes life by pattern,
alphabetical order or numerically,
whatever fits and likes to find just the right
box, tool, word for the job. But women,
you know, catch him off guard.
July 17th post on my other blog
Originally posted on Living and Lovin:
Our friends live on top of a Mountain/Hill and they raise reining horses and Border Collies and of course their children as well.
They had a horrible thunder and lightning storm hit their area of VT and lost every animal that was in their huge barn. Horses, border collie pups, female horses just getting ready to foal, it was sickening to see the loss and the pain the family went through, being helpless to help the animals when the lightning hit.
We had JT from litter before the one lost and took her up to see her old family and to give them hugs.
Here are the two horses that were outside and the dogs that were in the house, plus our JT , she loves when we go there.
Our little female has no idea how big this horse is and how quick she can move
She was scaring…
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