Easy evening at the Casa with Stubbs. Took him to the edge of the property to try and catch a sunset but it never materialized. He kept asking 'Where the ocean, man? Ain't you got any water around here?" He finally shut up when I told him I was going to let the horse eat him.
Admittedly, I felt a bit bad for snapping at the little guy. I mean, he's a long way from home and he's been living a little like Hunter S. Thompson. I made it up to him with Strawberry Rhubarb pie and vanilla ice cream.
Mercy ceases to be a virtue when it enables further injustice. -Brent Weeks