Henk writes:
The stall next to me wasn’t empty for long. A day or two after the Spanish horses left for their new home in Nova Scotia (see November 9th post), Louis, our Canadian horse, appeared next door. He likes to live outside in the big pasture, so I hadn’t seen him for a while. He was looking exceptionally grumpy.
“Merde,” I heard him curse under his breath. He was avoiding me, trying to get to the far side of his stall, but every time he put his…
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