I dreamt last night that M. used the quirt on my backside, with the goal of turning me red from butt to knees. He hasn’t used that thing in ages and ages and I’m not sure I even know where it is. When I told him about the dream, he said shoulders to knees would be hotter and that he knew where the quirt was.
Hmm. What if I don’t like it anymore?
We worked our asses off outside today and are therefore exhausted, per usual. But the rain is coming, so sayeth the weatherman, and I’m hoping we get some goof off time as soon as it gets here.
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This is really a Mack Hill Farm comment. I’m impressed with you training the puppies to come on command in just a couple of weeks. It took me several years with you, and there are still issues.
Where did you go Phrank and Leesa?
Hope its all good in your world…