She Talks To Angels
By The Black Crowes
Last night, sleep was being evasive. As I was laying in bed, I was thinking about my visit with the trainer acquaintance yesterday. I recalled part of our conversation about a gorgeous Palomino thoroughbred mare she had trained in early spring. My friend was telling me about this mare and how she has placed #1 in a lot of her classes and was currently a competitor for the state’s #1 Palomino spot. She was also telling me that this mare had no personality, she was just BLAH, nothing. She was a smart horse and a quick learner, but nothing in the personality department. The mare never whinnied at feeding time or even a quiet nicker. As I was recalling this, I remembered ‘Puke’ NOT his registered name but it describes his personality. Puke was an American Saddlebred showhorse I showed for one year when I was 19 yo. He was a stunning horse and an absolute winner in the show ring. Once he entered the arena, he was all charm and business. He could make a sloppy rider a winner in an equitation class-REALLY! he was that good. But, he had a nasty personality. When someone would walk by his stall, he’d lay his ears back or turn his ass to the doors. He never kicked, or bit, just put on an act like he might. If his bluff was called, he would just stand there with his ears half back like he was pissed. Yep, a definate jerk as horses go. After awhile, he came around to me and I’d get atleast one nicker from him. His owner Joanie was amazed at this. I was the only person Puke ever warmed up to, but then I spent a lot of time with him that year. Whenever I looked into Puke’s eyes, I saw mainly boredom, and uninterest. I always wondered what made him that way in his younger years. When I look into The Old Guy’s eyes, I see a lot of different things: curiousity, love, impatience, interest….to name a few. Scooter definately has a personality!
Wee One and brown cow. It slept with Toddler Terror last night.
Toddler Terror this morning at 7:30 am, yes I am serious! See why I am crazy?
Son#1 this morning after his breakfast of sausage and biscuits. Waiting patiently for his slow father to take him to school….his dad was hooking up the welder trailer.
The Old Guy eating his breakfast. Elvis was trying to sneak a bite too.
Not a whole lot planned today, just some paperwork and housework stuff. Maybe a trip to the library for Toddler Terror and I…..and a trip to the walking trails…….if I get motivated. This evening I am planning on a short trail ride on Scooter, ALONE….if I do not get off ALONE, by myself, I will NOT be held accountable for my future actions……my family is driving me crazy this week.