Several times a day, Dawson would beg to go see my Dad's old mule Liza. Grandpa was usually the one to give in and take D out to the orchard to get 3 apples, yes always 3 I don't know why and take them to Liza.
Our last day in Utah, Grandpa put a saddle up on Liza and Me and D went for a little ride. It was chilly, but Dawson loved it.

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I didn't know your mule was still kicking! Ashlynn would love to have gone on a ride...she loves horses of any kind. Looks like Dawson loves them too :)
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