Thursday, July 22, 2010
Two plus more
Inspired by yesterday's ride on Boone up to the old cemetery...
"Did you hear that?" she asked.
His left ear twitched towards her, the right ear went forward. His muzzle bulged of breathing nostrils, and he didn't even bother to shake the fly on his neck. He hated flies, abhorred them.
"Me too." she said.
And they rode on.