| Me: | Dum Dee Dum, Mucking out your pen. Doo Doo. |
|---|---|
| Marley: | Girl, I'm done with my mash. Scratch my belly. |
| Me: | Oh look, there's some poop. Doo Dee Doo. |
| Marley: | Hey, Girl! Quit moving and scratch my belly. |
| Me: | Hey, Horse. Stop following me. I'm busy. |
| Marley: | I'd like to see you scoop my poop when you're pinned against a fence. HA! |
| Me: | Are you for serious?! |
| Marley: | I said scratch my belly, not punch it! |
| Me: | I have a rake and I know how to use it. |
| Marley: | You could always just scratch my belly with it... |
| Me: | Fine I'll scratch your belly. |
| -scratches- | |
| Me: | Why did you just fall down? |
| Marley: | You hit the spot. |
Marley seems to think that when I hold my phone up, that’s his cue to invade my bubble.
He’s coming in hot.
A horse is still a horse without a rider, but a rider cannot exist without a horse.
Don’t call yourself a rider if you don’t put the horse first.
I’m sick of people who are more obsessed with their image as riders than with their duties as horsemen. Horses teach you to be strong and humble and gracious. If you haven’t learned that, you’re doing it wrong. There is so much more to riding than ribbons and trophies.
Riding has made me the person I am today. I am eternally thankful for that and for everything my horses teach me, no matter how hard the lessons.
Taking photos of my boyfriend is like trying to tickle a wild snow leopard. It just doesn’t happen. But then I got an iPhone and the sneaky-sneaks became even sneakier…
He is perfect.
| Me: | Thanks for pulling your shoe just when our farrier got sick. I hope you liked your week off, butthead. |
|---|---|
| Marley: | Oh I loved it, thanks. I'm bored as hell. |
| Me: | Fine, I'll turn you out. |
| Marley: | Fine. |
| 20 minutes later - | |
| Me: | I'm going to take your halter off now. You know the rules - No broken legs, no cuts, and for the love of god... |
| Marley: | It's muddy. |
| Me: | Don't... |
| Marley: | Oh look! I pulled out of the halter. |
| Me: | You dick |
| Marley: | MUD TIME!!!! |
| Me: | Sweet Jesus that's a puddle! |
| Marley: | Look what I can do!! |
| *flail on the ground followed by flailing in the air followed by breaking the land speed record for a galloping ball of mud* | |
| Then he almost remembered that every time he gets muddy, it's followed promptly by a bath. Key word: | Almost. |
The first summer I owned Tuscany, in all of his crazy-maned glory. Ignore me, I look asleep.
(Source: vickaf, via equi-affairs)
Richard
1998 17h black imported KWPM stallion standing at Seafire Sporthorses
Approved BWP, OLD NA and AES




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