Moses is barking, madly. I don't know if it is the sight and sound of chickens cackling that sets him off so, or the playful thunder of five horses running over sloppy ground. In spite of afternoon sunshine, there is still mud, and with temperatures in the low 60's, I don't expect the paddocks to dry any time soon.
Moses won't stop. It shocks me that our friend Linda, the town's dog warden, has yet to get a complaint. On the other hand, do hound dogs really bark? Or do they cry?
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