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by landofmakebelieve » Thu May 30, 2013 3:17 pm
Sierra nodded, "Yeah, this is pretty bad," She slowly made her way inside, shaking the glinting ice cristals from her red and white coat. She sat by the door waiting for Akira.

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herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.
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by ~TheHuntress~ » Thu May 30, 2013 3:19 pm
Akira paused, as if looking out into the white nothing-ness for someone... Some dog. Nothing. Not a howl or a step in the thick snow. She shook one last time and walked into the warn room with a sigh of reliefe at the warmth. Once dry, she jumped up on a empty loveseat and shimmied under the blanket spread over it delicatly.
{Damsel in Distress? Never.}
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by landofmakebelieve » Thu May 30, 2013 3:22 pm
Sierra quickly followed Akira. It seemed to Sierra that the best option would be to stick close to Akira's side, just until she got used to being here.

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.
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by Dr.Holmes » Thu May 30, 2013 3:33 pm
Alaska yawned moving from her empty bowl to Carson who was sitting in his arm chair. Alaska laid her head on his lap wagging her tail as he rubbed her head."Go check on ya pups,"Carson laughed seeing her stop waging her tail and made her way into the room.She tilted her head at the pups in a dog pile and some crawling around whining.Making her way to the pups she licked them laying down.
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Chess sitting on the ground watching the others.He had already ate the rest of Acer's food and was bored.He started to lick his left paw.His tail moving side to side as he watched the othrts with a bored look.He was laying on stomach his feet out behind him and arms.
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by landofmakebelieve » Thu May 30, 2013 3:45 pm
Sierra scooted closer to Akira, wanting attention too.
She wagged her tail faster, whacking the back of the loveseat.
She barked at the man they called Carson and rolled onto her back, asking him to scratch her belly.

hello, bonjour
please call me believe
herro der mes amis, i am believe. proud canadian, ottb loving, colt breaking, nfr dreaming. pictured on the left is my racetrack reject, landofmakebelieve, aka molly, moo, shmoo, whatever name comes to mind x] molly is a 10 year old canadian bred thoroughbred mare, and standing at about 16.2hh, we look a little wonky when we chase cans, but la dee da that's alright. molly and i tried several disciplines. i tried desperately to get her to catch on to dressage, but unfortunately, she still has the race bred mind and is all go. however, together we found a discipline which we could both enjoy; western gaming. this summer we started travelling to barrel races locally. our current record on a standard size pattern is 17.314 and we are improving with every run. and to all the low budget barrel racers out there such as myself, a word of advise; chin up darling. you may not have a million dollar mount under your butt, but you and your crossbred, rejected, hard headed, rescue baby can do it. you know why? cause those girls sitting in their custom circle y's, upon shiny, top of the line mounts are full of themselves. they think there's no way they can lose. they get cocky. stay humble, believe in yourself, in your horse, and most importantly ride your little heart out.
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by This » Thu May 30, 2013 3:46 pm
Ghost opens his eyes from the commotion, then sees some dogs who hadn't gone in the kitchen. "Can I finish anybody's food?" Ghost asked excitedly. He wagged his tail and pushed himself to his paws. The short nap had settled the rood in his stomach, so he had more space to fill. He looks at all the dogs with his tongue flopping and his butt wagging with his tail.
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