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I was the first one up the next morning, an anomaly for certain in the Wilde household. That is with the exception of Jupiter, who stood haughtily next to his feed dish when I staggered upstairs. My shoulders, back, arms, neck, legs, and other parts of my body yet to be identified screamed in pain. I had spent the better part of the previous day cleaning, shoveling, hauling, lifting, bending, and dragging things around at Wildwood. I also spent over an hour with currycomb, brush, hoof pick, and mane and tail detangler on Rusty, trying to bring some life back into his ratty, neglected coat. I had rigged a set of crossties in the barn and hooked Rusty up, waiting to see how he felt about things. He pawed a bit, tossed his head, but didn’t freak out. Once I got into the grooming regim
