Trask almost always has something in his mouth. Most often it is a bone. Today he upped his booty. He decided the horse skill I had in the landscaping might be worth a chew.
Our property was once horse logged. When the horses became elderly a shelter was built by the back pond; daily deliveries of cob were made; and they were free to roam. Years ago during exploration trips, my niece Emily and I found the three skeletons and brought back the skulls. One has been in my rhody garden ever since.
Six dogs and 21 puppies ignored it but not Trask.
Yeah you Trask