Has anyone ever wondered what the life of a cowboy boot maker is like after hours? Wonder no more.
My daily exercise routine: Heading to town, I push the button in my car for the electric gate. Donkeys see the gate opening and run out toward the road. I hop out of the car and run after them, finally managing to get in front of them so I can turn them back up the driveway. I chase them up the driveway and well into the woods, but now the electric gate is closing. I open the electric gate again so I can drive through. The sheep and goats, hearing my hysterical screeching, wander down and see the open gate. I jump in the car, tear through the open gate, fling myself out of the car and run screaming up the driveway, chasing the goats and sheep away from the open gate. It begins to close, so I run through and, 12 minutes later, I’m finally in my car and ready to drive away.