FoodLady Chronicles – Dammit! Edition:
Well, that lasted almost a week. Either there is a magical horsie that jumps over my fence in the middle of the night giving Herbert that cologne/snack he craves or the little bastard found a new exit which he gleefully used at some point in the middle of the night and came home around 4am very proud of his new aroma. Need. More. Rebar. Dammit.
FoodLady Chronicles – Dammit! Edition:
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Food Lady Chronicles 