Who Says I Can’t Horse?

Apache and I get along. Neither of us
wants to ride the other.

We’ll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing

Whiskey for my men, beer for my horses

—Scotty Emerick,Toby Keith

Suna was “grooming” Apache today. That means she was brushing him and picking out any burrs but mostly petting and spoiling him. She did a good job with the actual grooming. In doing so, she put some glitter (or something like it) in his main to make it sparkle. Being a very friendly animal (who is embarrassed by bling), he rubbed it all over my shirt. Now I’m bedazzled, too.

 

Till There Was You

Talk about a smiling pile of shit... Photo by: Linda Tanner

This parody just came to me in the shower this morning—no particular inspiration.

There was shit in the field

But I never noticed its stinking

No I never smelled it reeking

Till there was you

       —Apologies to Meredith Willson

What a thought to start the new year! Luckily, Linda Tanner’s inspirational photo-art plopped right out of the Googles when I was looking for a suitable illustration.