So there we are, strolling along, reading the usual news, me being yanked away from the dead birds etc, cars & buses roaring everywhere, when what do I feel?? Yes indeed, a certain rhythmic trot trot trot. Head up, ears at maximum swivel. I have the direction, a few trucks move out of the way, and there he is! Even humom can see him now. A big, white friend with hooves, all long mane and leggings, prancing along in front of a frothy carriage. I give him a big Wooooo and prance along at the end of my leash, tail and ears high. Humom doesn't know I used to have friends with hooves before I adopted her. She's pretty surprised, but delighted that I like this guy, and we prance all the way home.
--- Missy out
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