If I didn’t know better I would think you are a puppy-dog, Miss Annie. Where did you break out this spring? The fence is down, due to heavy snow, deep in the prairie ravine. It’s an annual event; horses on the lawn chomping bites of green. They break out a mile from home and then run back to let us know they are out. Thank you for that, sweet ladies! Dear Annie loves to be brushed, scratched and will follow you anywhere. Yes,...