Who would have guessed that our five horses who must generate something like a thousand tons of manure every year would have provided us with this wonderful snow-covered mountain from which to survey the aftermath of our 48-hour storm? And who would've guessed that anyone besides the generally odiferous tenacious heeler puppies would be the king/queen of the manure pile? Although when push comes to shove, that big pile of horse shit is their own personal property, and here they are making their point crystal clear.