ihatefog: Rest In Peace, Rusty. My war horse
ihatefog: Rusty just three days ago. We said goodbye the day after the fall equinox. He was 30 years old and we had him in our lives for the last twenty years. What a character!!!!
ihatefog: Rusty and Smokey, two blissed-out horses after their breakfast-time brushing
ihatefog: This is what was what was under all that mud in the photos I posted yesterday.
ihatefog: After the rains
ihatefog: Mud patterns after the rains
ihatefog: Smokey on nap guard duty
ihatefog: I see you...open this gate...now!!!!
ihatefog: Smokey's first meeting with a beach umbrella
ihatefog: Rusty sees a monster!
ihatefog: Rusty and Smokey, our two Old Men
ihatefog: Amber and Smokey
ihatefog: Rusty being curious
ihatefog: Let me OUT of here! (Rusty on stall rest).
ihatefog: Smokey missed me, too, really he did...
ihatefog: Rusty greeting
ihatefog: Rusty in the Fog
ihatefog: Smokey the mud dawg
ihatefog: Picnik's last gasp...
ihatefog: Rusty and the birds welcome spring
ihatefog: Mirrored Trackers
ihatefog: Rusty taking it easy after his trim
ihatefog: Smokey re-assuring Rusty
ihatefog: Rusty in the morning sun
ihatefog: Smokey having fun
ihatefog: Rusty
ihatefog: Rusty the Rascal
ihatefog: Smokey on alert
ihatefog: Rusty
ihatefog: Rusty and his shadow