...or Pete or Mugsy or whatever you were going to be officially deemed. I think the votes were leaning toward Dr. Pepper though.
One cried (G.).
And another wasn't sure what to think.
But it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe you were ready for retirement. Little did you know that the best place for a horse to retire next to heaven was in that big white barn beside Dazzler. But at last, you had had enough and with a snip of your lips and a jump at the sound of cars passing, you were heading back on that long winding road up to North Texas.
As a side note, G. would cry anytime we came close to the horse. We finally figured out that he didn't like Doc's braids. It makes sense seeing as this was a male horse. Once we took the braids out, he was fine and even went for a ride. We sure do have a funny kiddo.
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