Hey, do you not hear me barking at you? Read my barks and get back from this fence!! I am spinning and twirling and barking for good reason – I don’t like you Mr. Ed or whatever your H-O-R-S-E name is…
Ok, ok. I’m giving you ONE MORE CHANCE to go back to where you came from and then wham bam The Red Man will not thank you ma’am but will break free from the shackles of his leash and slide under the barbed wire fence and chase you to smithereens. That’s right. I said I will chase you to wherever you try to flee you oversized stuffed toy!!I’ll bet there’s a squeaker in you I could find and make you hee haw ’til the cows come home. Heh, heh. A hee haw squeaker. My little joke for the night.
Well, Sports Fans, you see how my walk went today and all I can say is my nerves are shot from the encounter. Old Plantersville Road isn’t what it used to be, let me tell you, when you see the likes of this so close to the fence. Shit house mouse. They think they OWN these pastures. Give ’em an inch, etc., etc., etc.
I think I found what the horse wanted. The old woman Slow calls them horse apples, but I believe they’re the fruit of the bois d’arc tree.
Yep, I remember these from our walks last fall which reminds me that we’re coming to the end of our first year Anniversary Month with all of my loyal Amigos in cyberspace! Thanks for sharing my Rants and Raves for the past year – be sure to order my picture book from the old woman Slow’s website. That’ll make her happy for sure, and God knows I want to keep the old woman in a good mood.