It’s apple season and the horses are separated from my trees by two fences. Now, every time I go outside I get this little throat-clearing noise and a chuck of the head, “Hey, dude, where’s my apple?” I am happy to oblige.
It’s apple season and the horses are separated from my trees by two fences. Now, every time I go outside I get this little throat-clearing noise and a chuck of the head, “Hey, dude, where’s my apple?” I am happy to oblige.