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While my internet was down, I–
1. Threw a party with homemade pizza and pie for the teenagers heading to WVU.


(They never behave.)
2. Sent Morgan off to her first day of 11th grade.

(She insisted I take this picture. Remember when they were five and you wanted to take their picture on the first day of school? When they’re 16, they still want you to do it. Even though you’d rather be in bed.)
3. Watched goats try to eat my apple orchard.

(Why me?)
4. Milked a horse.


(Shortcake at the trainer’s. Man, that horse is pretty.)
5. Had Adam over to install my new Open sign for the studio. (Thank you, Old Geezer, for the gift of the sign!)


(Adam also repaired the goat field fence. And the cow field fence. No more trips for BP.)
One of the things on this list probably requires more explanation. I’ll be back!
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Milk a horse? It wasn’t Shortcake was it? Can’t wait to hear the news about her.
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My uncles tell a story about when on the trail they milked the mare
to get milk for pancakes.
The sign is great.
Looking forward to your next post.
Thanks
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So update, milking a horse? I sense some interesting things coming up here soon.
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By the way, it works. Enter the gate with ANYTHING in your hand and you will be mobbed, hoof-jumped, horn-hooked, and hand-licked by the crowd. Bring a drum or a flute and you can even lead a parade!
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Her eyes have the beautiful soft expression that I have learned to associate with a good, willing horse.
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