Hi, I’m Robert Bautner. There’s a poem that I can tell you in part…

Outside my window today only I can determine what kind of day it’ll be: bright, sunny, happy, and gay, or dull, boring, unhappy, and gray.

That’s as far as I choose to remember that poem. There’s a lot of complications that go in to that poem. Beyond that point in my head, not everybody gets to choose that, to make that decision on their own, probably because of mental health. I get it. I have a piece of paper that says I’m autistic. 

I get to show you my farm in part. And I’m going to introduce you to my dog as we go do our rounds. This is Bo. 

Before we get started, I need to put my hat on and we’ll go to work. Let’s go, boom. You know, as we get to go get treats and always give Bo a treat in the beginning but of course Bo has to mark his territory. He likes eating horse hoof trimmings.

Somebody asked me, what kind of horses do you have?

I said, uh, brown ones and white ones and red ones. And sometimes polka dotted ones. He says, don’t you know your horses? I said, no, I didn’t start this. Knowing my horses. 

They all have their own personalities, just like people.One likes to grab hay, throw me off balance. Some are shy, some are alpha and want to show you they’re boss. Some have sweet dispositions. Just like people.