I hesitate before grabbing the shovel and wheelbarrow, taking it into one of the pins. I lead the horse out to the pasture out back and groan as I step back inside.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
There was nothing he enjoyed more than a good book. He'd wander into the study, take down some leather-bound volume, and eat it. — Terence Brady (dog owner)