Saturday, March 31, 2007
Saturday Horse Tail.
My sister rode Jeremiah and I rode Hermie, to the Coggin's testing clinic. The horses got their shots and we ate chili.
This horse never got out of his truck. Really, the dog was quite interested in the people walking back and forth while he had to wait.
Shots all taken care of, they're standing around, ready to go. The light colored horse is the horse I rode last year, when I smashed into the mailbox. The neighbor (who owns her) rode with us. No mailboxes were attacked this year. The guy holding the horses is the farrier. He didn't ride, today, as Millie wasn't ready to ride, yet. Instead, my sister bought Millie's shots and he drove back to give them to her.
"Hay, where are you going?" A couple horses, on the way, came galloping through their pasture to see what our horses were up to.
Ride finished, horses curried, treated, and let back out to pasture. Hermie got mad at Jeremiah. When she was finished thrashing him, she walked off while telling him, "if you do it again, you'll get the same!"
Oh, oh, Look out little colt (Prince VanDoe, by name). That looks like a wolf in dog's clothing.
Too late!
This horse never got out of his truck. Really, the dog was quite interested in the people walking back and forth while he had to wait.
Shots all taken care of, they're standing around, ready to go. The light colored horse is the horse I rode last year, when I smashed into the mailbox. The neighbor (who owns her) rode with us. No mailboxes were attacked this year. The guy holding the horses is the farrier. He didn't ride, today, as Millie wasn't ready to ride, yet. Instead, my sister bought Millie's shots and he drove back to give them to her.
"Hay, where are you going?" A couple horses, on the way, came galloping through their pasture to see what our horses were up to.
Ride finished, horses curried, treated, and let back out to pasture. Hermie got mad at Jeremiah. When she was finished thrashing him, she walked off while telling him, "if you do it again, you'll get the same!"
Oh, oh, Look out little colt (Prince VanDoe, by name). That looks like a wolf in dog's clothing.
Too late!