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.








Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Fakity Faker!

So the vet finally came out to check on the lame horse.  As I got him ready for the exam, the vet asked me to take off his boots and trot him for a bit.  No lameness was present, so I continued to trot him, then cantor him in both directions for close on to half an hour.  The answer?  The fakity faker Thoroughbred was FAKING!

Turns out he may have injured himself a few weeks ago, and has been worried that he would feel pain, when in truth, the pain was gone, or he learned that if he limped, he would get to stop working.

So I saddled him up and rode him for a solid hour.  He argued many many times, but I won every time, and by the end of the lesson, we were trotting in big figure 8's the whole length of the arena!  Win for me!
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