I’ve seen Ali ride before…let us not forget the time her and I had at Colonial!! Wild women we were! Though she knew how to have way more fun than me…I’m a tad bit shy.
I can relate to napping mid stride.
We’re in MD w/ an overcast day that has put off the beach until maybe tomorrow. If I’m going to trek the shore I want to get good & burnt, damn it.
Green Peace won’t be getting calls about the white thing, washed & beached, today…
That Bo looks like quite a card!!!
Nope…I have to decrease the picture size and try again
OH MY CHEESY POOFS!!!
Stupid HewMans…phat is where it’s at 
…and when someone suggests you try riding a little acey deucey…they’re not implying you change sexual preferences
yo you know,it’s not so bad,if you could get some bend in yourknee, , and "a “cross”, ie.,bridge your reins, so your weight goes over the withers, I think you will feel more comfortable, and not feel the need to hollow your back , or, raise your head that much.it’s more lifting your eyes to follow your horses’ neck up to thearea between the ears.closing, and opening he area betwen the tbottom ofthe skull,occiput, and your spine., it’s like flexing your poll.
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LMAO
Mia:
The pups do tend to waltz up to any other animal and not behave like “prey”. They attack and terrorize our poor English Pointer! Let me know when the weiner dog goes to Rainbow Bridge and we’ll talk…LOL!
The American Sports Federation, will, in hindsight, take into consideration our athlete’s diets in further competitions; As Bo, pictured here, seemed to have a leeetle problem in the 5oo Meter Hurdles.
When one must throw one’s weight around, well, a PD needs a little weight to throw. But watch who you’re calling fat (oh well fine, pudgy) or giving diet advice to. And as I found out (the hard way), Snowy’s no “Dude”. 
Thanks!
No, the horse isn’t mine. But she IS spunky (got run off with, dropped me, ran me over…). She’s 17.2, it was a long way to fall 
I loved grooming! I’m off the track for a little while to get back into school, though. I think grooming is underrated in comparison to galloping. You get more bonding time with your horses, it’s great!
But I’ve still been begging for 3 years now to gallop. Moms are a pain.
God, at least you had a clue Soup!! I had been coddled by my yearling groundman at Rokeby for years [God bless you, Leroy]…and got thrown into the NY race mix [I wanna say Steve Dimauro’s barn…it was a century ago] with a horrible old groom who would lead out every steed, shank it up short, glare at me and say “YOU ridin’ dis horse!!!” while shaking his head in disgust. Then I had a big badass colt that lived for shedrow jog day in Baeza’s barn. Said groom would walk over just to watch this monster SLAM me into the far turn wall EVERY time around, and cackle like a loon EVERY time he did it. Glad I made somebody’s day 
It is hard to learn to rest your hands on the neck when on a racehorse, especially coming from a show background. But the horses are relaxed when you do. My exracehorse show horse still responds well to it. I’m one of the only people in the barn who can gallop cross country on a long rein without getting run off with.
I second EVERYTHING Racetb says…forgot about the saddle stretcher.
Crike, I had hands that looked like Mickey Mouse (remember “Out the back door” for someone who lost their hold and flipped off the back?), very man-like, minus hairy knuckles. Rings go along the way of the Givenchy.
There’s a “gotcha” around every corner, no place where you can be so politically incorrect and have so much fun picking. A total hoot most times. No place to hide either… But since Soup’s been a super-groom for a few (dishing OUT her share I bet), she’ll RECEIVE some punishment for a change 
, moohahahahaha
(shorten up a bit for leverage on those tougher ones)
“Afternoon favorite ‘Bo’ collapses in morning jog”
In a display of sluggishness that shocked onlookers, this afternoon’s favorite for the PD 500 meter hurdle plopped down for a nap mid-jog.
When questioned about the incident, “Bo”, a native of New York and silver medalist in last year’s hotdog eating competition, replied, “Squeek squeek…Squeek. Growl, squeek squeek”
Some believe this put into jeaporday the odds of Bo winning this afternoon’s race, which will be aired at 3:30 this afternoon on ESPN4.
Spot on Sea Oat! You must be readin’ my mail…as Tom Waits said, or sang…sort of. I have started a PD book…just 2 pages done…but I can’t find a way to post it. The moderators are already hot on my trail. Lemme know if there’s a way to post a text file. YAHOOO!!!
Whew, I’ve NO idea how to post the pages here…maybe a smarty-pants teen 'puter whiz will stumble onto this and advise us-of-the technically challenged age. Anyone??
Meanwhile, we continue escaping the mods by jumping threads like we scale the dark alley fences (you know, when in our secret hitman other-job).
If they catch us just tell them this IS horse related, as in the equine illness that has driven us to such madness…
PS., I have this friend who works for the gov. intercepting & monitoring all sorts of things that go across the internet & such…security work. We’d better hope one of his kind doesn’t nail us!! Oh I’ll crack and tell everything I know in a heartbeat.
and here…if it’ll let me post…is photographic proof that we have a pet armadillo!
OMG, forget the Texans!! Contact the Floridians and save some poor Dillo from “wutz cookin’?”.
OOPS…here’s Daisy…I hope.
