A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Saturday, September 4, 2010

Do NOT kick!!!

Retard horse decided it would be a good idea to try and be the dominant male in his pasture, during feeding time... and the only beings in the pasture were me and him.  A kick in the right hamstring, and another attempt... I WAS PISSED!!!! 

So, later on, I took his cheeky little thoroughbred but into the arena and tore him a new one.  My space bubble grew from two feet to about 7.  One small finger wag and he would back up, or lift his head up and away...  SO THERE!!  He tried to do his stupid "dance around" think while I was saddling him... so I whacked him a new one on the butt.  Finally, he was standing still, head down, saddle on, cinched up tight, behaving. 

On a side note, I pressure washed the POS trailer.  Apparently it was originally a pea green, straight out of the 70's, then an awful cream, then white, then grey.  So I have to get out the dang grinder and grind down to the sheet metal.  Ill have to knock out the rivets and cut out all the cancer, but it should turn out fine.  (Donations accepted for material! hahaha  just kidding)

This afternoon is our family party... I'll be putting together a video for the family... so I'll post it on here too, hopefully tomorrow. 
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