Got up at 5:30 this morning to let the dogs out, it was cold. Out in the back yard, by the gate, Chloe heard me walking around and let out a move quality whinny, the kind I was used to hearing in old Westerns when I was a kid. I grabbed a carrot from the refrigerator and went out to say good morning back to her, “Hey, Horse,” is what I say, and I gave her a carrot. She knows what she is doing.