Showing posts with label dirty clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dirty clothes. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

To the hog house

To the hog house

I didn’t bother opening the wooden gate because the latch sometimes didn’t fall back into place cleanly and you’d have to fiddle around with it. I’d rather just climb over. Fences are so cool. People can climb over a fence, but cattle—much bigger, tougher, stronger—have to stand on the other side, watching.