Dinner time for Goliath and Shithead.
That skinny TB needs some groceries but his dear friend Goliath feels it is his responsibility to exercise him every night, all night. Round and round and round he goes, when he stops no one knows. Poor Shithead. Being almost 30, he thought his days of running were over.
Greta still is loopy and strange out at Harold's. Something happened, not quite sure what but she is afraid to leave the safety of the house and garage when it is time to do chores. Now, get the golf cart or 4 wheeler out to go play in the alfalfa field, and somehow her fear diminishes, until the cattle and horses are back in sight, then she becomes a nervous nelly again.