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| Our tricked-out ride carryin’ us from south Texas. Wish this was OUR trailer, but it’s not…so we pooped in it. |
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| Are we there yet…are we there yet? Corky lets us see out. Yep, the wind and dust are blowin’…it smells like cows…looks like home! |
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| Backin’ out very careful. |
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| Helen gives me a chance to get my land legs. |
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| ‘Back on out, Big Guy!’ |
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| Where ARE my legs? |
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| A fine meal after a loooong (500+) drive and a trip to the vet. |
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| We’ll visit after I eat…..K? |
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| Hay….I remember this barn cat! |
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| Whydoya keep lookin’ at me and repeatin’ ‘best old-lady horse in the world?’ |
