Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Sunday morning sleep-in

Man, I’m beat. Walked around all night, nibblin’ here, nibblin’ there. Time for a nap.

I’ve got first dibs on the powder pit. Don’t tell Hank.

Crap...he saw me. Here he comes.

My turn. You’re outta here.

Nah nah nah nah nah.

Might as well go annoy Deets.

I’m dreaming of a green pasture...just like the ones I used to know...

...where the raindrops glisten...

...and horses listen... hear sprouts begin to grow.

Yo, Hank. It’s my turn in the powder pit.

5 more minutes...just give me 5 more minutes.

That’s what you said 10 minutes ago. Come on, man.

Lyle...wake up. It’s almost time for her to feed us again.

Food? Where?

Come on, George. You can have the pit now.

Time to eat again. Life is good.


  1. Oh that was so great, just made me smile a mile! I love a good photo story!! Deets just rules the place, doesn't he? Is your sky really that BLUE? Goodness, I am jealous!!!!!!

  2. Oh my gosh - this is hilarious! That powder pit would be a favorite spot here as well, I'm sure.

  3. You've got some happy critters there - My horses would love to have a powder pit that big and soft - ours is full of rocks, so they rock 'n roll, but don't nap in it.

  4. It's so funny how they all to have the very same place. lol

  5. What Wonderful pictures!! My sister also raises horses...Happy day to you!

  6. Ooohh! Love the photo story! Your photos were just phenominal. Some would be terrific enlarged and framed. That one of Hank with the dust settling all around is just so spiritual looking.

    And Hank laying down with that goofy grin on his face. Priceless!

    And the 'Nah, nah nah nah nah!" too gosh darn funny, friend! hehe

    Thanks for the laughs and smiles today.