We don't have visitors very often round these parts. Especially this kind! Can't ya tell by the inquiring bull!
I figured my horsey people would be happy to know that we finally have a horse on the place. The husband always says this is a horse free zone. Hate to tell y'all, he's not a fan of the horse. I know! Everyone has their faults though.
So are you wondering how this gal came to the ranch? Well, she belongs to my parents. My dad called me yesterday. She was at the racetrack in Grand Prairie. Apparently she came up lame with a bowed tendon. He needed someone to pick her up for him. Parents live a long way from the DFW area. Fortunately, daughter is not far. AND the horse trainer was actually coming thru my area today. So I met him at the truck stop on the interstate and loaded her up.
She'll stay with us until the end of May. We are traveling to my parent's house for my niece's graduation. So we'll take her home then. Much to the husband's dismay, we'll probably bring my horse home then too. Do y'all even remember Miss Priss? It's been so long since she's been here. She's doing great. Dad is working cattle on her at the feed yard. Couldn't think of any better training!
Little known fact about the Wife, my dad was a racehorse trainer when I was little. I spent much of my young days at the racetrack messin' with the horses. I wish I lived closer to my parents. I would get a picture of us in the winner's circle. I vividly remember one where I'm rockin' a pair of red boots, jeans tucked in. I was totally cool!
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