I have a giant draft-cross that loses his shit if my flock of chickens wanders into the arena. I can only imagine he’s flashing back to when Eohippus was hunted by terror birds.
I have a giant draft-cross that loses his shit if my flock of chickens wanders into the arena. I can only imagine he’s flashing back to when Eohippus was hunted by terror birds.
Everyone around me is laughing their asses off, and all I can think of is that I’d always heard Pasos were very hot, but this one seems completely chill with his rider wearing a giant, floppy T. rex costume and pushing around a Horse Soccer ball. I don’t think any of my horses would be cool with this.
You stated this more eloquently than I am capable of, because whenever I try to say something in an open letter, it’s just a bunch of paragraphs of the word, ‘Fuck,’ attached to other words.
Yeah, my reaction is just, ‘Cry, motherfucker, cry.’
My husband came out as bisexual a couple years ago on FB, and although he comes from a pretty big Catholic family, there was surprisingly little backlash. One of his aunts blocked him from her kids’ pages, and a couple of his cousins thought he did it as a joke. A few murmurs of whether I had known or if we were…
Oh, that is too precious.
I admit, I just came here for the horse pictures.