We stopped at Harvest Hill Farm for an ice cream treat, and of course, a visit with my boyfriend, Mr. Yak. I approached him and started patting his face, then turned to my husband and asked, "Do you suppose he remembers me?" Immediately upon hearing my voice, Mr. Yak moved himself alongside the fence and leaned right up against it so that I could scratch him. Oh yeah, he remembered me!
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