(no subject)
And the Story goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on.
ALOT has happened since March something, whenever my last journal entry was, so yeah...Where to start?
Exciting story of a raccoon, high speeds, and towels.
AND SO IT GOES.
We were riding down the trail, like we always do, we had my German Shepard "Girl" (original huh?) with us, who tends to go into a "I'm not listening to you screw you guys I'm going for it" mode.So we see these two baby raccoons on trail, and Girl snaps. SHABLAM!She is taking off after these two lost baby raccoons. One gets away and within an instant she is shaking and beating this thing to death. Garrett flies off this new horse named "Ranger" and blasted Girl right in the ribs, it looked rather painful. He looks at me and yells "go get some towels, a shirt, anything" and since I was riding backup I didn't really need to worry about cutting throught the customer's horses. So, here I am, not on any of my horses but on Melissa's horse Dartanian, flying down a trail, oh, did I mention Dartanian has slight Navicular disease? Which is like Arthritus (spelling). So, I'm guessing the Navicular wasn't really bugging Dar much cause he was flying like no freaking tomorrow. Here I am, flying down the trail in "emergency mode" I stop Dar dead on track on the patio and yell into the window "Towels, shirt, anything!!" Thing that pissed me off is that they asked first, and didn't do as I said...Well, anyway, so I get it, quickly tell them what happened and I'm off again. Dar has worked a serious sweat by this time, (it was almost 90 that day) I cut infront of the group and grab Ranger's reins while Garrett goes to get the poor thing...Awe..It was covering its eyes and screaming...Anyway, more to the point, right now the little Coon is climbing all over my mom and step father, his name is Riley and he is absolutley adorable.
To wrap things up...Well, I had other things I was going to write about, but I'm good now.
See you later.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, hey Kayla, guess the news!??! Doc. Schiff is filing lawsuit on us for 8,000 dollars because "we stole his cages and pawned off all his drugs, and we are selling some animals because we want to rape the island of all it's got and split" isn't that some complete crap!? By the way, that was sarcasm, no confession bull, we didn't do any of that, and he knows it, you know it, I know it, everyone does, so he can go shove his lawsuit up his big white jew ass.
ALOT has happened since March something, whenever my last journal entry was, so yeah...Where to start?
Exciting story of a raccoon, high speeds, and towels.
AND SO IT GOES.
We were riding down the trail, like we always do, we had my German Shepard "Girl" (original huh?) with us, who tends to go into a "I'm not listening to you screw you guys I'm going for it" mode.So we see these two baby raccoons on trail, and Girl snaps. SHABLAM!She is taking off after these two lost baby raccoons. One gets away and within an instant she is shaking and beating this thing to death. Garrett flies off this new horse named "Ranger" and blasted Girl right in the ribs, it looked rather painful. He looks at me and yells "go get some towels, a shirt, anything" and since I was riding backup I didn't really need to worry about cutting throught the customer's horses. So, here I am, not on any of my horses but on Melissa's horse Dartanian, flying down a trail, oh, did I mention Dartanian has slight Navicular disease? Which is like Arthritus (spelling). So, I'm guessing the Navicular wasn't really bugging Dar much cause he was flying like no freaking tomorrow. Here I am, flying down the trail in "emergency mode" I stop Dar dead on track on the patio and yell into the window "Towels, shirt, anything!!" Thing that pissed me off is that they asked first, and didn't do as I said...Well, anyway, so I get it, quickly tell them what happened and I'm off again. Dar has worked a serious sweat by this time, (it was almost 90 that day) I cut infront of the group and grab Ranger's reins while Garrett goes to get the poor thing...Awe..It was covering its eyes and screaming...Anyway, more to the point, right now the little Coon is climbing all over my mom and step father, his name is Riley and he is absolutley adorable.
To wrap things up...Well, I had other things I was going to write about, but I'm good now.
See you later.
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, hey Kayla, guess the news!??! Doc. Schiff is filing lawsuit on us for 8,000 dollars because "we stole his cages and pawned off all his drugs, and we are selling some animals because we want to rape the island of all it's got and split" isn't that some complete crap!? By the way, that was sarcasm, no confession bull, we didn't do any of that, and he knows it, you know it, I know it, everyone does, so he can go shove his lawsuit up his big white jew ass.