My dad was at the feedstore to pick up a mineral block for my horse and my brother's horse, and he and the cashier were talking about the horses. She's like, "You don't feed them grain? What do they eat?" My dad "......Grass......", her: "But you'll run out!", him: "Then we'll move them."
Lol, the ironic part is that now I do feed grain. Old horses need their expensive-money-draining-feed.
Lol, the ironic part is that now I do feed grain. Old horses need their expensive-money-draining-feed.