Fur In The Paint

I just received the winter issue of Apples ‘N Oats. Guess which horse painting I talked about in this issue’s column?

Aw . . . come on, take a guess. Here’s a hint, I talked about him (yet again) in my last post. Here’s another hint, look below. (subtle huh?)

Okay, so Colton was not a big surprise, especially since he is the only horse painting I did this quarter. (Egads, the next deadline is only 2 months away!)

Carol Eilers hasn’t yet got the new issue up on the Apples ‘N Oats website, (speaking of a woman with allot of irons in the fire.) But it should be happening any day now. Until then you can always peruse the last issue, which I ashamedly didn’t get an article done for. It has loads of good horse related stuff in there.

There wasn’t a whole lot new added to Colton’s story for the column that you my faithful friends haven’t already read here first, but I thought I’d include an excerpt of something “new.”

Of Pigs and Panic.
On the way out to the pasture where the horses were, we crossed a grassy pen where two pigs were kept. Karla warned me that one of them was quite friendly and would probably come out to greet us. Her warning did little to prepare me for the sight of a full grown pig loping across the pen full tilt, squealing and grunting excitedly.

She had assured me he was harmless. But something very primal happens in the brain at the sight of a largish critter charging wildly towards you. My logical side said “don’t be silly” all the while I was having flash backs to a story from my childhood. I grew up in farming country, where stories abound about children gone missing in pig pens . . .”and all they ever was found was one shoe!”

Of course there was no need for concern, he just wanted a quick snuffle to see if we had brought any treats, (alas, we had not) and a quick scratch on the nose.

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