MY FARM DOG CAME BACK WITH A HORSE, AND A MYSTERY I DIDNT EXPECT
I was in the middle of fixing the chicken coop, hammer in hand, when I saw Barley—my old yellow Lab—trotting up the dirt road from his usual morning wander. Nothing unusual about that, except this time, he wasn’t alone. Behind him walked a dark brown horse, reins dragging and saddle worn with age. Barley had…