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.