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by obeisant » Thu May 30, 2013 3:53 pm
Hawk glanced around the room. He had finished all his food, drank water, then searched the kitchen for more. Being his height seeing onto the corner wasn't a problem. Unfortunately Carson hadn't left any food on the counter. He gave a soft grunt of disapproval and sighed. Looking around once more he headed out the kitchen, looking in several different rooms. He stopped at one where Alaska was with the pups. "Hey, Alaska. How are the pups?" He questioned from his positioning blocking the doorway.
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by Dr.Holmes » Thu May 30, 2013 4:01 pm
Alaska looked up looking clueless at first before a smile."Hello,Hawk. Their doing fine starting to crawl now,"She replied to male.She was more nervous around the guys with the pups but,she trusted them so, it must have been instinct messing them her judgement of her team members.
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He turned his head at Akira before standing up and looking at the mornings packages that needed to be Delivered in the morning.
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by landofmakebelieve » Thu May 30, 2013 4:02 pm
"Hey!" Sierra barked then jumped playfully ontop of Akira, only to fall back to the floor, so she went and stole Carson's armchair.

hello, bonjour
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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 obeisant » Thu May 30, 2013 4:09 pm
Hawk trotted further into the room, looking at the pups. He wasn't one to mess with pups much, and being his size he rarely went close. As he did now he did most of the time. He stood back, dipped his head, and simply looked at the pups. "They're looking pretty good." He responded, taking a step back when the pup he had been looking up made a small yip noise.
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by landofmakebelieve » Thu May 30, 2013 4:11 pm
Sierra watched all the commotion from her spot in Carson's chair.
The dogs here might be nice, but they still all had wild sides.
She dozed off while wondering what it'd be like pulling with them.

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 leiah2 » Fri May 31, 2013 2:42 am
Acer
Acer opened his eyes and wagged his tail as he saw Carson. He jumped down from the couch and went to him, reaching up his head licking his hand. He looked at him right into his eyes wanting to know what they were going to do next. Acer felt like he had much more energy than before and wanted to get out in the snow.
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