I don't think I told you about the Christmas gift I received this year – it was the Best Present Ever.
I went outside on Christmas day to feed the herd their dinner, but they weren't in the barn. I walked out into the pasture
to look for them and heard Hank's hoofbeats before I saw him. He flew in from the back 40, tail waving and head held high.
He came to an instant stop just yards from me, did a pirouette, then walked over to see if I had any treats in my pocket.
Not bad for an old guy with a bad knee.
The post below is from last January, on a day when Hank was in rare form.
George: Hank's not the only athlete around here. Watch me outrun him.
Hank: Your sprint can't top my pirouette.
Hank: I can spin circles around you.
George: I'm destined to live in that boy's shadow no matter what I do.
Me: Go check on Hank and make sure he can get up from his roll.
George: Yo, bro'. Need a little help?
Hank: Nope. I'm good.
George: Alrighty. Now maybe everybody will focus their attention back on me.