This morning while getting hay to feed the horses from a round bale, Ted decided to slide down the side of the bale. Now imagine for a second a doggy missile coming at you from a metre above. Hay fell all over me, down my shirt, in my gumboots and flakes of lucerne are still in my hair. While Ted landed beside me on the ground-unharmed and smiling.-Dust & All
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