It's been a funny sort of day. The Orb is out and it is so warm and we were allowed out, one at a time on our harnesses. But the Orb keep hiding behind fluffy clouds and it goes quite chilly. Enough to give you chicken skin. Talking of chicken skin, we have, cooking in a nice clean oven, the thigh of some free range turkey. Only the other day he was legging it about the place and now he is roasting up very nicely in our oven. How lucky am I to peer in and see it's little skin crisping up? For those vegetarians amongst you, the potatoes look good too! With Momma's dodgy allergies, meat and two veg is about all she can eat, so being a veggie for many years, the Parentals had to turn back to eating meat - so long as it is free range and had a good life! I will give it a good after life, if I am allowed to have a lick? I am sure I will, we nearly always get a little something on a Sunday - even if that means that Monday produces a quicker chocolate gold!
Even though the Orb is out, the Parentals are inside shouting Button, Hamilton? Goodness knows what they find interesting about over engineered boxes of carbon flying around a race track? Later Momma was glued to the TV with Lillibet under one arm and Faith under the other arm drooling at the tele because there are some sexy looking horses prancing about looking flash. To me, dressage is like watching cement dry and that can be made much more interesting, I can tell you when a fly lands in it! Prancing horses. ::shakes head:: To get her attention I do a canter half pass across the lounge, she takes no notice so I piaffe along the back of the sofa YAWPING and do a tempy two time change onto the table and extended trot right up to her nose and halt squarely. NOW SHE SEES ME!
KS =^..^=
Even though the Orb is out, the Parentals are inside shouting Button, Hamilton? Goodness knows what they find interesting about over engineered boxes of carbon flying around a race track? Later Momma was glued to the TV with Lillibet under one arm and Faith under the other arm drooling at the tele because there are some sexy looking horses prancing about looking flash. To me, dressage is like watching cement dry and that can be made much more interesting, I can tell you when a fly lands in it! Prancing horses. ::shakes head:: To get her attention I do a canter half pass across the lounge, she takes no notice so I piaffe along the back of the sofa YAWPING and do a tempy two time change onto the table and extended trot right up to her nose and halt squarely. NOW SHE SEES ME!
KS =^..^=
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