Coming home from Little Rock, there’s Odin in the front pasture waiting for me to come home. A little confused that my truck was home all day but I wasn’t, it took him a second to figure out that it was me when I got out of a strange vehicle and came through the gate. But, once he heard my voice, he shook his head, then came to me. It’s a great welcome home.
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