|An agitated Walter...wish I knew how to make a video|
he was moving his head from side to side
|It looked like Walter had knocked the barrel down and the darn|
kid had only picked it up. Look where the barrel is at and where
the plastic plumbing is at.
He started running around in his corral kicking up a lot of dust as he waited for me to get there. He drank that gallon in nothing flat and then he started neighing again as if asking me to bring him some more. I felt so bad not knowing how long he had been without this precious liquid.
I do not know if it was the adrenaline but I walked back seven times to refill the milk jug and did not feel any pain in my right leg. I was on my eighth trip when I spotted someone inside the corral. I hid behind the garage as I waited for them to leave.
It was the darn lazy ass teenager who finally had come to fill his water barrel. Though I have not come to the corral I have been keeping an eye on him from the kitchen and it occurred to me that I have not seen his worthless owner since Sunday that he hosted that political rally. Wonder how that candidate would feel if he knew how he treats his animals.
Note how he had to position the barrel under the tubing in order to fill it up. Had it been full that scrawny kid would not have been able to move it.
For those new readers have to mention that Walter prefers to eat rather than drink water. He had food but he had not eaten it...that only confirms the fact that he had not been watered in days!