This one’s for Boots & Petey…more lovely pictures of horses and father/daughter bonding.
Below are three of the photos from our horse-drawn wagon work yesterday at Cedar Circle Farm’s Strawberry Festival. Nearly 1500 people came out to pick strawberries, eat wonderful food, listen to some great music and — of course — enjoy the horse rides.
Thanks to Bel for being my co-pilot and to Stacy for making the trek with us and watching us go around and around and around all day long. The Belgian horses, Buddy & Jerry, did a fine job and certainly earned their oats after about 20 miles of wagon pulling.
A great day, for sure.
20 miles? give me a break!
Okay, folks, we’ve just identified two symptoms of biking naked: jealousy and math deficiency.
Poor Boots, he had to go sell peonies with the lady while Moike went to work horses.
That’s the jealousy part.
The math part goes like this: 1/2 mile ride, 7 rides per hour, 5.5 hours of rides = 19.25 miles.
Okay, if it’ll make your flower-selling-ass feel better, we only went 19.25 miles.
Feel better?
You certainly smell better, flower boy.
is that horseshit or bullshit?
Neither. It’s math.
This must be that ‘change’ Obama promised. Lobotomy by blog.
Three words: Grumpy Old Men.
I’d write more but I’m busy petting kittens.
Going for the Cat-Lady vote, hanh? Radical Animal Party. It might work. Perhaps you could have a sanctuary for all the pets abandoned due to the bail-out. Come on, Michael, you’re making it hard for me to come up with shit here, all this niceness. Gag. I’m going back to GMD, the blog with an edge.