When Bonding Goes Bad

When Bonding Goes Bad

Me-and-Valentine.jpgWe were letting the horses in for the night. Bill manned the big outside gate, and I held the stall door in the middle of the barn. As Valentine went by, I lovingly rested my head on his side. Sigh. He ambled by and I inhaled the warm, horsey scent and felt the velvety softness of his new winter coat swish softly over my cheek as he drifted past until WHACK! His hip bone clocked me in the head.

Bonding over.

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