May 30th, 2019: Horsing Around

[xoxoxoBruce]

To my grandfather the team of horses was not pets, it was a tool. A tool to do what he had to do to survive. A tool has no mind of it's own, no off days, no rights. He spoke(rarely) affectionately of them but took no shit from them. They did what they were told, when they were told, or there would be hell to pay. Come to think of it, he treated them like his children.

Yes, that's what I said.