Whiskey Ranch-Horse

Still Standin on the County Island Whiskey Ranch-Horse

Welcome back to the County Island - where I'm still standin! I'm Whiskey Ranch-Horse, a bonafide horse. If you've been payin attention, you likely know I am stuck here in my own retirement in the land of pet pleasure horses with my two Arabian sidekicks. We got barenekkid joggers (pardon my french - I already told about that in my first book and I won't repeat it here, but y'all should be aware), horses that wear halters for a livin, vampires that live next-door, bad beagles chasin after rabbits, stupid cow games, statue horses that's froze in place, blown-apart Christmas trees, and a sweet-talkin but evil vet lady. And that's for starters. If we're newly acquainted - welcome. Pull up a chair in the shade of the big ironwood tree and allow me to tell you some entirely true tales. You likely won't believe half of what goes on around the County Island. Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself.