There are now two bottle babies at Papa's house. They don't have names that I am aware of, but they take more than their fair share of abuse. Ryder loves them in his special, rough, around the neck kind of way. He tries to hold their noses in the water so they can drink. He has been known to try to ride them.
It is no wonder that they hide in their barn and refuse to come out when he is around. Because as sweet as this photo is ...
This stick is what was in his other hand. And they are no dummies..
Ryder doesn't love Brooks, and Brooks doesn't love Ryder, but at least he isn't curling his lip at him like Uno does.
Ryder and I taking selfies from the Gator while dad is feeding the bull.
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