Recent content by Lois Lame

I love these bits.

It almost sound like you like black so much because of Jet. But he is also a cob, a nice height, sensible. So maybe you really like him for those last 3 traits.

What I was wondering was, who is paying for his upkeep during this time?

Ooh...

I think the reason the terrier is chomping on your trouser leg is because there is no making sense of how a treeless saddle can do what a tree'd/treeed saddle is meant to do. Tell the terrier he can rest now. He might be exhausted.

I also think it doesn't.

I've heard from a good authority (local long distance runner, well known in these parts) not to run down hill because it's terrible for the knees. Just run in all the other spots. (He advised us not to run up hills, but only because we would conk out and give up entirely. Running up slopes or...

I don't think anyone doubts that he has a lovely varied workload. He sounds like a lucky horse. He's just stating that he'd like to be out there where the good stuff is and, er... [starts the bend] maybe we should just... It's no big deal. Just ask for what you want before he starts. :)

Oh, and another thing, you know when the issue will crop up, so start your aids a little sooner. Pip him at the post, so-to-speak. He's not going to 'learn his lesson'. I think that's the wrong mindset. You have to be ready and prevent him from doing it. Just my thoughts.

I don't think he's trying to get out of work, he's just hinting that he'd rather be doing something more interesting. And that seems fair enough. I think you have to look at it in a different way: he's testing your patience. Perhaps you need to change your mindset a little. Just give the...

*Just* liver chestnut? It's a wonderful colour.

I haven't seen Sossigpoker about for ages.

A week or so ago I paid for milk with a $100.00 bill and the checkout lady felt awful to have to check it but I told her it was good that she did as it alerts us to there being fake ones about. They have appeared only recently-ish (the last several weeks). She had a fake $50 bill pinned up and I...

I hope you find him one day. This could be a whole new genre of books - horse romance. I like it.

I sometimes think about Paddy. My best friend's brother once found a horse for me, a gelding, 8 years old, 15h I think (I'm surprised I can't remember this detail) and, in his words on the telephone, 'I wouldn't be embarrassed to take him into a lead class'. He was apparently a calm and...