Well, since Angie posted a feel-good story (nice, Angie), I'll take a turn...
IDK, but I think this may be the kind of crowd that might appreciate the following, especially since there's no TFAS today (or this coming week, if I read things correctly). Not the same thing, but it does have an animal in it. A couple of explanatory words first...
You can blame this on Anne, since a reply I saw from her this morning got me thinking about what I'd watched with much so pleasure yesterday. Considering the 'response' I sent back to her, I doubt she'll make the mistake of broaching that 'subject' with me again. And for future reference, y'all have been warned. I won't be responsible for the results if you don't heed my caution.
I love horses. I love to watch 'em run. The only thing better for me is to be mounted on one while it's doing that, stretched out to full gallop, hooves pounding like hammer blows. There's nothing like the thrill of highway speeds without the highway, generated by the power and grace of a 1hp hot rod with a mind of its own, and only carrying me along because it's *willing* to do so. Watching the ponies run is a close second. And since for a couple of reasons I don't cut the rug on horseback these days the way I have in the past, I've come to appreciate watching other folks do that even more than I have in years gone by.
If you watch much horse racing, sooner or later you see some pretty cool backstories about the horses and their connections, from the big $$ trainers / stables / owners to the humble one-horse outfits. The Breeder's Cup Championships are my favorite races of the year, and it was Breeder's Cup Day yesterday at Keeneland, my 'home track' down in Lexington, KY. And, as usual at a big event like this, there was a horse with an interesting backstory. Here it is, along with how it played out.
(I've been told, and rightfully so, I believe, that I'm a bit hard-bitten, maybe even a hard ass. Especially these past few years. But you need to 'scuse me for a bit...got to go open a window. It's gettin' a bit dusty in here. Again.)
Hey everyone!
Happy "The Astros Won the World Series" weekend! The parade is tomorrow if anyone wants to go.
Well, since Angie posted a feel-good story (nice, Angie), I'll take a turn...
IDK, but I think this may be the kind of crowd that might appreciate the following, especially since there's no TFAS today (or this coming week, if I read things correctly). Not the same thing, but it does have an animal in it. A couple of explanatory words first...
You can blame this on Anne, since a reply I saw from her this morning got me thinking about what I'd watched with much so pleasure yesterday. Considering the 'response' I sent back to her, I doubt she'll make the mistake of broaching that 'subject' with me again. And for future reference, y'all have been warned. I won't be responsible for the results if you don't heed my caution.
I love horses. I love to watch 'em run. The only thing better for me is to be mounted on one while it's doing that, stretched out to full gallop, hooves pounding like hammer blows. There's nothing like the thrill of highway speeds without the highway, generated by the power and grace of a 1hp hot rod with a mind of its own, and only carrying me along because it's *willing* to do so. Watching the ponies run is a close second. And since for a couple of reasons I don't cut the rug on horseback these days the way I have in the past, I've come to appreciate watching other folks do that even more than I have in years gone by.
If you watch much horse racing, sooner or later you see some pretty cool backstories about the horses and their connections, from the big $$ trainers / stables / owners to the humble one-horse outfits. The Breeder's Cup Championships are my favorite races of the year, and it was Breeder's Cup Day yesterday at Keeneland, my 'home track' down in Lexington, KY. And, as usual at a big event like this, there was a horse with an interesting backstory. Here it is, along with how it played out.
(I've been told, and rightfully so, I believe, that I'm a bit hard-bitten, maybe even a hard ass. Especially these past few years. But you need to 'scuse me for a bit...got to go open a window. It's gettin' a bit dusty in here. Again.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6dQgQm-ISJY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IT6KeMRTOQE