Pottying With Pinga

Let me say one thing right off about the title to this post—it’s not what you think. You see, Pinga is actually my Master.

No…wait a minute. That didn’t come out right, either. This is what happens to you after four days at the Kerrville Folk Festival.

I am on the volunteer staff here at the festival. I perform a vital task, although it’s one that never comes up in conversation here on the ranch. I work to maintain highest quality seating for festival goers. I work the potty beat.

This is my sixth year on potty patrol. It is Pinga’s first, and already she is my supervisor. She’s a rising star, on the fast track to potty preeminence.

Way to go, girl.

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