"Don't Let Me Buy Anything"
By our second morning in Ireland, I’ve begun to accept the new world order: Living with horses. Everything good in life arrives accompanied by hay. Em’s nightly Lancombe is supplemented with that charming barnyard manure fragrance. OK, this is not what I expected, but what are vacations for?
Notice: All the places mentioned herein are real places. All the events described happened. As to the flow of narrative and specific details, all I can say is: This is how I remember it. If the story’s improved in the telling, I can’t help that. Or, as the Irish say, never let the facts get in the way of a good story.
Hello. My name is Ted, and I think horses are OK.
They’re big handsome animals, more personality than cows, less slobbery than dogs, and since they don’t come in the house much, you don’t have to worry about fur all over everything.
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