Lmfao
I’m a Scotch/Irish + Limey with a splash of Kraut… 
Last kiss: I’ll never forget the day my mom called me in a panic “Janna, you’ve got to convince your daddy to get rid of that horse, it’s gonna kill him!”. Major (AKA “Major Deal” as mama named him) was a young and vicious stallion when dad bought him. He “couldn’t be broke”. The men who owned him previously had used a technique to break horses that involved beatings and tying his head tightly between two posts where they left him standing without food or water for 4 weeks. Major stood strong. When dad brought him home, he barreled through five strands of fence within minutes of arriving and he’d Bite and strike at anyone within distance. My dad never broke him… he earned his heart. Every single day, for hours and hours dad, worked to earn that abused horse’s trust. Love won and after two full years, Major allowed my dad to ride him. When dad would go out, Major would kiss him on the head over and over. They had a bond that only horse people could ever understand. It seemed only fitting to let Major say goodbye. This is Major’s last kiss.
I am glad it’s not Sour Kraut
happened today…
