"Boo---o--o--o--ne, Boonie!"
I had just said this to him tonight, I say it every night, he knickers, he waits for the sheep to be cared for, then the goats, then chickens, then barn cats....then it's him, ready for hay. He's pleased he comes before the donkeys. Tonight I went to him first though, and took time to notice the grey forming on lower lip, a winter fuzz appearing, and spontaneously arranged mud spots of the season.
