Post by tonkasmum on Jul 19, 2011 20:47:58 GMT -5
... to the horses, duh? (And getting suckered into helping with 'projects.')
Okay, I might as well go first. This is your wonderful webmistress, queen of all procrastination. If you have a problem with the website or Facebook… chances are it’s my mess up! And no, I refuse to predict the weather anymore – after saying we’d have a nice night for the Christmas party and then getting 10 inches of snow! Anyway, I moved up to WDF 5/25/2008 with one horse (I now have two and a half.... WTF??).
Anyway. For those who wonder, here’s where the handle comes from. My old, 20yo Quarter Horse, Tonka. Long story short, I got my best friend riding lessons, took a few myself… and had a lesson horse fall in love with me. Gold doesn’t have the value per pound to equal him. I’ll never forget the trail ride where a snake slithered right in front of us, three other horses took three different paths away from it (most of them took to the air at high speed), my old man just planted his feet, watched it pass, then looked at the others like “What was the issue here, you idiots?” Sadly, he was taken away by liver failure, but thanks to some very kind people, he’s never far away.
During better days…
One of my favorite pictures, I wish I’d gotten more of him in it. My young nephew and my old gelding…
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Killian. Another long story. He’s at the farm, back in the far corner paddock. My Goofyloosa. I got him a few months after I lost Tonka. We… argued. Another long story very short… I went to sell him, let him go out on trial, and the woman made off with him. Over a year later, after searching and searching, a message was posted on a message board, looking for him. Within fifteen minutes, someone had a Craigslist ad selling him. He had endured a rough time while he was gone. But he came back to the farm, I’m still amazed to this day that we found him. He’s got entirely too high an opinion of himself, throws cranky little fits, but oddly enough… we get along better now.
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Tuckerboodle!! After I “sold” Killian, I went looking for someone I could maybe agree with. Step in, my Gypsy Vanner cross. Tucker’s got a bit of an attitude sometimes, but all in all, he’s fairly steady. I’m leasing him at the moment, and he loves his fan club.
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My birthday present. Little Bit Criminal. I always wanted to learn how to drive, and well, minis are just cute! I’m an absolute sucker for bays, so I fell in love when this little guy showed up at the farm – courtesy of an owner intimidated by his brattiness (he’d rear and threaten to kick). He earned his name by trying to steal my camera when I went into the paddocks – Fagin. He was given to me for my birthday. He’s turned into a great little driving horse, and we recently found out he looooves to jump. He’s my little big horse.
The professional at work (oh yeah, and me along for the ride)
And well… not a horse (not that he doesn’t sound like a herd of them)… the corgi. Tanner. An early Christmas present from my mom and my roomie. You might see his stumpiness trotting around the farm – I plan on him being my cart dog!
Okay, I might as well go first. This is your wonderful webmistress, queen of all procrastination. If you have a problem with the website or Facebook… chances are it’s my mess up! And no, I refuse to predict the weather anymore – after saying we’d have a nice night for the Christmas party and then getting 10 inches of snow! Anyway, I moved up to WDF 5/25/2008 with one horse (I now have two and a half.... WTF??).
Anyway. For those who wonder, here’s where the handle comes from. My old, 20yo Quarter Horse, Tonka. Long story short, I got my best friend riding lessons, took a few myself… and had a lesson horse fall in love with me. Gold doesn’t have the value per pound to equal him. I’ll never forget the trail ride where a snake slithered right in front of us, three other horses took three different paths away from it (most of them took to the air at high speed), my old man just planted his feet, watched it pass, then looked at the others like “What was the issue here, you idiots?” Sadly, he was taken away by liver failure, but thanks to some very kind people, he’s never far away.
During better days…
One of my favorite pictures, I wish I’d gotten more of him in it. My young nephew and my old gelding…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Killian. Another long story. He’s at the farm, back in the far corner paddock. My Goofyloosa. I got him a few months after I lost Tonka. We… argued. Another long story very short… I went to sell him, let him go out on trial, and the woman made off with him. Over a year later, after searching and searching, a message was posted on a message board, looking for him. Within fifteen minutes, someone had a Craigslist ad selling him. He had endured a rough time while he was gone. But he came back to the farm, I’m still amazed to this day that we found him. He’s got entirely too high an opinion of himself, throws cranky little fits, but oddly enough… we get along better now.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tuckerboodle!! After I “sold” Killian, I went looking for someone I could maybe agree with. Step in, my Gypsy Vanner cross. Tucker’s got a bit of an attitude sometimes, but all in all, he’s fairly steady. I’m leasing him at the moment, and he loves his fan club.
[/IMG][/center]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My birthday present. Little Bit Criminal. I always wanted to learn how to drive, and well, minis are just cute! I’m an absolute sucker for bays, so I fell in love when this little guy showed up at the farm – courtesy of an owner intimidated by his brattiness (he’d rear and threaten to kick). He earned his name by trying to steal my camera when I went into the paddocks – Fagin. He was given to me for my birthday. He’s turned into a great little driving horse, and we recently found out he looooves to jump. He’s my little big horse.
The professional at work (oh yeah, and me along for the ride)
And well… not a horse (not that he doesn’t sound like a herd of them)… the corgi. Tanner. An early Christmas present from my mom and my roomie. You might see his stumpiness trotting around the farm – I plan on him being my cart dog!
