Something has been weighing on my conscience. I have unjustly accused my horse of clumsiness several times. Okay, the accusations weren’t all unjustified, but one of them was – when I hinted that he had fallen on his side and been plastered with mud. The truth is…he did it on purpose. I know this because our black horses often come back from the pasture as brown horses:

I also know this because we’ve seen them doing it, and it’s hysterical!

Maybe horses are a little bit like big dogs!

Okay, I feel better now. Sorry, Valentine.