The owner of the farm won’t appreciate it if I describe where we saw it, but I almost drove off the road today for laughing.
Not far from Clallam Bay, three full-size horses are being kept in a roadside pasture, along with a itty bitty miniature horse.
Their activities were glimpsed only in passing, but all I can say is — will somebody please get that tiny black stallion a chair?
Wolf Food 
Heh. I don’t want to know. I don’t even want to visualize it.
Oh, btw, hi there. It’s been a long time… last time I saw you (only time, come to think of it) was back in February of 1988… when I was en route between the US and Alaska, and Seattle was my jump-off point. I still have the sketch, too.
Hey, let’s just say that considering the length of his watch tower, he should have been able to preach right to her.
Oh, yeah — so how are ya? You do know I’ve forgotten which sketch…
Doing well enough, living in Florida for some time now. Life never seems to stop around me, not even for a smoke break. Then again, it keeps me out of trouble.
As for the sketch, it was of yours truly as a half-horse, looking for all the world as if he just came out of the Gieselthal. The fact that I’ve managed to keep hold of it through 5 moves, 3 major hurricanes and one separation is nothing short of amazing. *chuckle*
Amazanating. The Germans say that three moves are the same as a fire.
It could be worse. I could have been living in New Orleans when Katrina tried to move it up to Milwaukee. As for three moves is that same as a fire, maybe that explains all the heat I’ve been getting lately from work. That, or Father Winter’s lulling me into a sense of false security.
Then again, it could just be tonight’s spicy dinner.