Ay yi yi yi…Tequila Spring on the Prairie.
For Edgar Rice Burro it’s all about a longear tango of arc and sway and passion…
while Bhim’s heels lift and drop in a chest-proud flamenco. 49 more words
It just hasn’t been the same since Sumo died. He was my last old-goat-standing and a card-carrying anarchist. He’d been un-fencable here for fourteen years. I miss coming into the barn in the morning to find the feed cabinet pried open and supplement containers flung into the runs. 931 more words