So you say that it used to be so much more fun to ride a silver pony that felt like a coiled spring.... ready to test the limits of one horse power in a vertical context? Sissy... Get out yer winter gear, and let's ride!
I heartily apologise for emptying the entire contents of my left nostril directly into your face. I know you were only admiring my soft, velvety, grey nose. But when Brita showed you how irrestistably kissable it was, I got a tickle. In fact, I think she might have infected me with the sniffles she had last week. I'm glad she had a mostly clean tissue in her pocket to help you round up the chunks. I hope you won't hold it against me and will come back to visit soon. I haven't seen you all afternoon, and you were around a lot for the past week, so I imagine you've gone back to Georgia where cold and flu season is a few weeks behind. Really, in the future, you shouldn't get that close to a guy's nose. Murphy's Law will certainly take over.
This morning the Evil Transporter Device backed up to the cow pasture gate and the two fat steers were loaded and taken away. I did my best to save them. I bucked and kicked and whirled and whinnied at the top of my lungs like I do whenever the Evil Transporter is in action.
Mom shut me in the barn so I couldn’t see, but still I cried. “Nay.... do not go into the Transporter Device. It is very dangerous!” I was so insistent that Uncle Dad threatened to muzzle me.
They did resist, but the fat steers are so passive (and I suspect a bit dumb) so in the end, they succumbed to the persuasion and bribery and were taken away. The Evil Transporter has returned empty to lurk outside the barn and I fear I shall never see my bovine neighbors again. Alas, the insatiable, yawning, maw of the Transporter Device frets me so. Nothing good can come of this.
It finally stopped raining! Hooray! We haven’t seen the sun in over 10 days, and we were rewarded with a perfect autumn day… high, crystal blue skies, lush green grass, and brilliant color. What a view… and what’s that I spy?
The oatfield, now lush with a winter cover of red clover, was a bit mushy, but the gusty winds will soon take care of that! As soon as I rounded the lower end, I slipped into a brisk canter just knowing that I would be allowed to breeze up the side. Brita had forgotten her grab strap so she gave me a cautionary warning and tried to keep up. I held it together (despite a motorcycle whizing by) and it felt so good to get out and stretch my legs!
Mom met us on the roadside to take some pictures.
I don’t remember my canter depart being that ummm…. abrupt. Normally I am a pretty mellow fellow. But it made for inspirational photography!
Hi. My name is William Pendleton Grey. Registered Name "Pendleton". I am an 11 year old American Saddlebred gelding. I live in Western NY with my owner and a couple of other Saddlebreds. I am ridden Huntseat and Saddleseat. I enjoy hacking through the fields, some dressage work, and occassionally a horse show.
I come from a very famous family. My half brothers and sisters are always winning awards in fine harness, and park classes in the really big and important shows. My mother's name is Attache's Galatea (full sister to CH Unattached, Finally Attached, and Moet) and my sire is Deep Blue. Some of my famous siblings are CH Revolver (Day's Grecian Grey), Whitney Houston, Foxy Camilla and Paranormal.
A couple of years ago I tried to learn to be a five gaited horse, but it was a classic case of "white boy got no rhythm". I really like to go Huntseat, and galloping is my absolute favorite. My owner keeps me at home and says I am a "personal riding horse". But, she took me to the local horse show, and I got a blue ribbon on my first try. Maybe we'll go back and do that again. I really enjoyed it!