Goodbye horses, I'm crying over youuuuuuuu

The last time I was at my father's house, I noticed they were digging giant holes in the front tiers. This past week, I was going to be there again, and I knew full well that my family is as lazy as I am so those holes would still be there, dug out and empty. So I brought along our visitor, Lounging Lovely, and Number Five and Astro so they could play "Lambs," since little kids imitate what they see on television.

This was my favorite photo from that day:


It took a LOT of gear and contortion to get it all done. That hole was about two and a half feet deep and the sun was setting so it was hard to not get shadows. Some of the neighbors came out to gawk but my own family ignored me. It's nice that they think nothing of me driving forty miles just to throw my dolls down a hole and take pictures.