Toby Keith and Tolkein.

I'm in heaven.

Here's a redneck thing we do on an occasional summer weekend evening. Sit in the pasture on dusty green plastic chairs from Wal-Mart in the middle of the pasture with iced-cold Mexican beer, surrounded by our herd of horses.

Our Andaluisan eyeballs those frosty Dos Equis bottles and is on us like a dog. She'll guzzle (well, actually lap up from the palm of your hand) any and every drop you will give her. With relish.

The word greedy does not do her justice.