He told me to kick his puppy. I was listening to my airbuds while dragging the manure wagon behind me and his puppy, what they call a "cowboy corgi" came up to me, barking. Cox flagged me from the arena, and I took me airbud out of my good ear.
"I'm asking you to kick my dog," he says to me in all seriousness.
At first, I thought this was a test of some sort. Surely, he can't be real.
He repeats himself.
I look down at the puppy, and I act stern, and say to her, "No barking," and a paddle her behind gentle with my hand but dramatically in order to fool him or satisfy him, either one or both.
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