The damndest thing’s happened here on the County Island. Spring’s sprung, too, but that ain’t what I’m talkin about.
Me, Coors, and Coors Light all got taken to camp, in the rollin white-horse box. Camp’s where we go sometimes when the bucket gal and the carrot guy do a people activity called a vacation, whatever that is. But this is the weirdest damn camp ever, so far.
I’ll tell y’all about it when I get back. If I get back. That’s how damn strange it is!
In the meantime, here’s a couple stories I already told before, about camp, in case ya missed ’em and are curious about horse camp.
You can read ’em here: https://countyisland.wordpress.com/2010/08/15/bad-hawks/
And also, since the people seem to like lookin at such things, this here’s a baby County Island spring bunny. Y’all can look at it and ooh and aah over it ’til I get back. If I get back! Well, I hope I get back, and soon!