“Woof,” I eagerly answered.
They allowed me to stand up and walk down across the yard to the long horse barn. I was sharply dressed in my yellow sneakers and leather gloves. As the doors opened I quickly realized the magnitude of my next job.
There were twelve large box stalls in the barn – six of them on each side of the aisle. Cobwebs draped heavily across everything while dust and dirt were everywhere. We walked down the isle and opened the doors on the further end of the barn.
“You see that spot over there with the white stake?” Suzanne asked.
“Yea,” I responded
“What’s that?” Samantha asked.
“Woof,” I answered sheepishly.
“As you may have noticed, there’s better than two feet of old manure in each of those stalls. You’ll use that fork and shovel to fill the wheelbarrow and t
