There's a horse in our backyard again. After lots of metal-detecting and nail-finding in the area formerly known as the barn, Bandit finally got to come back home yesterday. He can't seem to figure out where his bathroom went though . . . (He thought the barn was simply there for him to poop in. I guess catching it on fire was one way of cleaning it out.)
He's mad in this pic because I was making him hold his head up and walk. That's the kids' slip-n-slide airing out on the deck, by the way.
He's much happier here.
Here's a pic of him a couple weeks ago in the neighbors' pasture. He's the left-out one on the right. :-(
And here he is now - King of the Pasture.
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