When we moved to our new home, I noticed an old white horse living in the pasture across the street. An elderly man would come out to feed him everyday but otherwise he was all alone. I found out that “Mr Freckles” was on the Sheriff’s mounted unit and his owner died a couple years ago. Her husband, the retired Chaplain for the Sheriff, was the man feeding Freckles. Meantime, Sassy wouldnt stop pacing the pasture, trying to keep her eyes on him, lonely for a buddy. So one day I stopped the Chaplain on his drive out and asked if he’d like to move Freckles to our pasture so the two old farts could have some companionship. Chaplain said it was “divine intervention” because he was unsure who would care for Freckles in the event he got ill or died (he is 86). Freckles has been here a week and so far he and Sassy are like an old married couple (Sassy is 30 and Freckles is 28). Even weirder, now she and Megan (picture #4) BOTH have “new men” that look exactly the same! I planned to do my first Editorial Board meeting with the two of them today but I’ve lost my voice. Welcome, Mr Freckles!