Okay, this post is brought to you by the letter "S"... as in Sable. She spent her afternoon today trying to freak me out. When I went to let her out of her stall, she walked out, walked two feet into the grass and dropped and rolled. She got up, walked another two feet and dropped and rolled again. I stood there staring and she got up, shook and looked at me like "what is your problem?" So, pardon Sable's disheveled appearance in these pictures. She had definitely "wallered" in the grass before I took them.
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