EE Stables

Finally my plans are coming to fruition.  After months of careful observation of the humans opening and closing our stall doors the plan for escape almost seems too obvious now.  I cursed myself for not thinking of it sooner.  Under the cover of darkness I will make my escape!

Ok so you guys are totally not gonna believe this... There is another mare in the pasture. ( I like her) But she is an odd ball...like totally! She sticks out like a goldfish in a catfish pond...it's rather amusing! I'd say she does need to take a bath (in her owners words)... but above all she is a good friend. So let me tell you how that one happened!

Hi, Im Pumpkin! I am new to this area but seem to be fittin in pretty good.  I have now been at the stables for almost two weeks.  I have to say I am not use to this slow pace life.  I give my girl alot of trouble because right now all I want to do is RUN.

Have you ever gone to see a martial arts movie in a not so nice area of town?  What happens?  People start acting out the fight scenes in the aisles right?  When you leave a nascar race people drive as fast as their beater cars can take them.  Golfers all want to be Tin Cup and every little kid I know wants to be the next Sea Biscuit.  Apparently my owner is no exception to this phenomenon as he now wants to - get this - crack bull whips while riding me around.  I know, I know... it's a New Zealand stock whip... whatever you call it, it sucks.

    Well it all started friday, my girl (Jessie) and I were doing some figure 8's on the first and third barrel when I pulled a shoe. As I was taking a break my girl and her momma (the girl Comanche owns) started talking about taking the both of us at six am to get my shoe fixed at Ben's house and then droping me off with Bo (he owns the really nice black cowboy Marcus). Well that's exactley what they did! Well I met back up with my girl in Lillington at the Twin Oaks camp grounds. Well she unloaded me and groomed me really good and then she put a saddle on me and rode me around the arena.

So, just because you are probably going to turn out to be the biggest horse of all time does not mean you are special.  In fact, being big is way over-rated in my opinion.  

Why not you ask?  Everybody whos anybody is getting one you say?  Well why don't you just think about it for a second.  Two words for you: opposable.  thumbs.

Hi My Name is My Shore Dimples but My Girl (Jessie) just calls me Dimples. I am a 5 year old American Quarter Horse and boy do I have a story to tell you! 

      Oh My Gosh you are not gonna believe this! First they (the girl that I own, her mamma and this really nice black cowboy) came and picked me up in this really HUGE horse trailer. They escorted me an hour away, they are so attentive to my wont's I even had hay awating me. When we got there my girl started grooming me and I was loving it, then all of a sudden she threw a heavy saddle right in my middle and then she had the nerve to get in that saddle and take off like it won't nothing.

He is an editorial columnist which is basically a glorified blogger who gets paid to put his useless opinion to print.  I can't stand humans like this.  I mean, c'mon man!

Hey mon!  Listen mon, I got to tell you da funniest ting mon.  Deez guys accross da street - day come over here and day tell me, "don worry mon, we're not gonna hurt ya."  I say to myself, "yeah right mon!"  But day is so persistent dat I give in to dem.  I shoulda listened to myself mon...

So the blogosphere is all a-buzz with talk of the "civility police."  It is supposed to keep me and the rest of the bloggers from being big meanies.  Everyone seems upset about this.  Either they are mad because we shouldn't need them or they are mad because they don't want to be censored.  Some folks don't even know which way they lean, but they are mad anyways.  We've had some drama around the barn here too recently...