Friday July 17 2009
He's retired. He's lazy. He's an ornament. His only Real Jobs are to pose, and to mow the lawn.
But on the rare occasion, Stormy recalls his glory days on the racetrack.
He leads the herd coming down the homestretch from up the canyon.
He puts his head down, and for a few strides bolts into a first-to-the-wire Thoroughbred racehorse sprint.
He prances and struts, like he did leaving the racetrack after a win.
...then retirement calls again.
Back to mowing the Owyhee lawn.