Sometimes, barn chores suck.
There is nothing fun about hauling individual water buckets down a frozen lane to fill a 100 gallon water trough because your water spigot froze (like it did last winter). 550 more words
I can close my eyes and recall standing in the sun with my forehead on his forehead. We just stood together and breathed. I wasn’t doing anything but standing there soaking in the sound of him breathing and feeling his breath on my hands as I cupped his soft muzzle. 41 more words