sometimes failure is not an option my horse needed hay,so I went to a buddy place,kinda coolsl spot(I think) not home went where he might be and told him and hi

sometimes failure is not an option my horse needed hay,so I went to a buddy place,kinda coolsl spot(I think) not home went where he might be and told him and his wife that there dogs say hi,went back a few days to get hay and chatted about things snd the dogs,and only later thought about,who do can I talk to that would be able to enjoy the idea of walking up a long drive way knee deep in snarling pitbulls stopping to talk to them and pat them on the head which of course messes with there minds,no one home ,and walk back out with the same escort my favorite wasn't there,as he was still healing up from trying to eat a porqipine whole,lovely bruser,half piti and half coyote its not a marathon,except in the sense that life itself is a relay race different batons is all