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Backstory: Charlie is my mom’s dog.
Yesterday Charlie and I walked into town. On the way I passed a man with a huge dog. I commented that he was as big as a horse. He said he is bigger than some horses, but he is very friendly. A few minutes later I passed a woman walking a miniature horse down State Street on the sidewalk like it was a dog. Pretty funny. You don’t see that every day.
Backstory: My mom is thinking of getting another horse for my little sister (G), and I asked her what was wrong with the one she has now (Foxy).
Mom: This is a hunt horse we may get for G
Me: Ooooh, pretty! But what about Foxy???
Mom: Yeah-well……we may end up with a yard ornament.
Me: Haha, what?? What’s wrong with Foxy?
Mom: She’s a cranky bitch when she has her period (estrus (sp)) -she may or may not want to be ridden; It’s her choice. There’s an old saying about horses: you can tell a gelding to do something, you can ask a stallion to do something, but you will discuss your options with a mare.
