I tried that with my riding mule Sally Ann, jumping from the rear and she didn't appreciate it at all. I talked in a strained soprano for at least a week... I never tried that again. I was the talk and butt of the jokes with the riding club for years. Thought I was strange anyway for riding a racking mule in a horse club. I always paid my dues, so they let me stay as the token weirdo.
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That predator is really good! And that's one tired kitten. :-) But that last one had to hurt!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Odie!
You all be safe and God bless.
LindaG, that last one really had to hurt.
DeleteLove them all, but that last one made me laugh out loud. Ouch.
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Sandee, that guy will never be the same.
DeleteI tried that with my riding mule Sally Ann, jumping from the rear and she didn't appreciate it at all. I talked in a strained soprano for at least a week... I never tried that again. I was the talk and butt of the jokes with the riding club for years. Thought I was strange anyway for riding a racking mule in a horse club. I always paid my dues, so they let me stay as the token weirdo.
ReplyDeleteCederq, I've never enjoyed being on a horse, period.
DeleteYou had to be Bob Steele to do that.
ReplyDeleteedutcher, that was never me.
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