The tree is wee for ease with puppies.
Occasionally I wistfully think of the past: talking to my father, petting my old horses, hugging my old dogs...but then I come back to the present and hug my new dogs, admire the horses here today and help the people around me now to fulfill their own dreams with their horses, to the best of my ability, and know that my father only wanted for me to be content. So I am content, and wish you a Happy New Year.
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