my friend sylvia came and camped in my yard for a weekend once and she
lived better than me.  she had better coffee and better meals and
curly ray started hanging out with her instead of the herd.  i would
look out there and she would be drinking coffee and he would be
standing by her and glower at me like "whatta you want, me and my new
friend are camping."
Janice

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even good horses have bad days sometimes.

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