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when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Saturday, August 23, 2008
Mr (Fr)ed
Fred, who's in Madera, leading the life of luxury in a huge pasture with many friends, was rather sweetly pleased to see me yesterday. I almost cried when he saw me and nickered. Here's his bum (my favorite part) and other bits.
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