R.I.P. Muck Boot (or should I say BootS since one will do me no good w/o the other!?)
You gave my feet a warm & dry place to hang will I tromped through mud, muck, snow and rain for 3 seasons. You acted as a shield in the event I was stepped on by a 1,000+ # horse.
Now you are dead because my juvenile of a punk dog cannot be alone in the house while I am outside for 5 freaking minutes without supervision.
R.I.P.
Oh yeah...and the roof on the hay barn sprung a leak :( Not. good. Wet hay = no hay = WASTED MONEY :( I am SURE this part of the post is to be continued....
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