If I see you this week, don't ask about the horse show. I would love to tell you more...but...I'm not going to. Especially about how bad my horse did. And about how stinkin' tired I am. So, I'm off to call the vet. But, don't ask why. Because it has to do with the horse show.The End.
p.s.: don't ask Hannah either. because she'll tell you.
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indeed she will. you're not allowed to go any more.
you spelled that wrong Hannah
Tell on, girl! I want to hear the scoop!
Well, it starts with my horse winning a class...and goes down hill from there. Apparantly we have a "medical" problem (depending on who you ask) that requires a chiropractor...or surgery. However, ask someone else...and the horse is completely healthy but just lazy...or...I'm not a good enough rider for him. Or, his teath need to be filed down. Bottom line...worst show ever.
Ummm...none of those excuses are even related to each other...These "helpful people" sound like real smarties. ...And I can't believe someone had the audacity to say you weren't a good enough rider for him. HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN RIDING THIS HORSE? Gee, the nerve...Sorry you had such a bad experience:(
I was just going over your posts since we left for the jungle, when I came across the disturbing news that Chase is dead! In honor of his memory (and I must say that I'm quite crushed) I penned this:
Ode to Chase
Chase was fat
A fat cat
He sat
around the house like a mat
When people saw him, they stopped their chat
to say "What a fat cat!"
Sorry, I know this is off topic, but I couldn't help amusing myself.
How sweet. Poor Chase. You have to come see my other new kitties!
Best regards from NY! »
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