scary port-o-potties

Walter had his first big spook under saddle today. Two big white
port-o-pottys at a construction site were scary enough - he snorted and
froze - but then two huge german shepherds came racing toward him from behind them,
barking menacingly.

Walter was sure the dogs were in cahoots with the port-o-pottys. It was too much for him. Sir Walter spun and headed for the hills.

...But he only got about 10 feet and I turned him round. After much
protest, Walter finally decided to believe I'd protect him from the aliens and shimmied
past.

Back country roads to somewhere between English and Clarksville.

Thought this was a deserted homestead, til saw porch light on and bedsheet curtains

Walter and I both have wonderful shelter on a rainy night courtesy of
Kenny B., a very kind rancher.