It’s one thing to find bones on the trail. It’s another thing to find a leg that’s been ripped off the body…a fresh one at that.
It’s one thing to find bones on the trail. It’s another thing to find a leg that’s been ripped off the body…a fresh one at that.
them’s good for gnawin’ on while you strut the trail.
lucky.
Yikes.
poor baby. hoof. i’ve loved you then like i love you now.
post script
ummmmm…..it trots on my heart like it is in heaven right now. dang.
hoof jerky?