I lost Angus, the baby of the lot only 8.5 years old, the mischievous one, who would drive all the others and us insane, bucking, fighting, chasing, un-tying my shoes and stealing my hats.
And Cosmo, my favorite, at 11 years old, who followed me around like a 220 pound puppy always looking for treats and scratches, or hanging out sunbathing and snoring.
Not that I don't enjoy the others, as they're ALL different, it's just not quite the same in the barn at the moment.
And Cosmo, my favorite, at 11 years old, who followed me around like a 220 pound puppy always looking for treats and scratches, or hanging out sunbathing and snoring.
Not that I don't enjoy the others, as they're ALL different, it's just not quite the same in the barn at the moment.

