I put up a post about it at the Burn Pit:
My wife took it pretty well when I told her I had fallen in love with Meg, but in my defense, I don’t know a man or woman alive who could have resisted Meg. Like my wife, Meg had big, beautiful brown eyes, and tended to be a little obstinate. However, since Meg was about 6 feet tall, weighed in at 1,400 lbs, and was decidedly equine in nature, I essentially did whatever she wanted. And for not tossing me over her head, Meg got to feast on alfalfa treats every time we stopped. A few more days on the trail and she might have been as fat as she was tall.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
“Charge for the guns!” he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Jonn adds; Meg sent me this video;
