"The Horse Garbage Disposal"

This is the story of rebel: We met Rebel when he was 4 years old, living on a farm where he lived with his mom. Mom being 30-32 years old, was all rebel knew. There wasn't even a house on the property. But there were neighbors! Oh yes the neighbors, they loved rebel! On Christmas day you would see them with there Santa hats on, dumping left overs over the fence for rebel to eat. Potatoes, turkey, stuffing, you name it, he got it. And yes, Rebel would run as fast as he could to eat those goodies. He would eat every last bit. Rebel didn't save or share any with his mother either. When we met Rebel, he was about 500 pounds over weight, I can't imagine why, can you? The main meal at the barn was ears of corn, grass, hay, and the occasional turkey dinner. . . . (to read the remainder of this article, please log in below.)