This sorrel horse and pony live about 1 mile from me.
Every time I’ve rode by on the Old Guy, the pony comes out to greet us but the horse with the big hay belly acts like he’s never laid eyes on a human before. I know he has because I see them getting fed by their owners all the time.
Most often I dislike driving up/down the roads.
Here lately, I am not minding it so much.
How come on Saturdays, when I do not have to fly out of bed at the crack of dawn, my eyes open at 5 am?
I am incapable of sleeping in.
I am jealous of anyone who does.