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by landofmakebelieve » Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:30 am
Wave just answered with a nicker and began heading away from the ocean, looking for good grazing ground and fresh water. With her ears forward, she jumped up onto a small bank. As she waited for Sunny and Nemo to follow, she gazed at the grassy plateau.

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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 landofmakebelieve » Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:39 am

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 Aragorn. » Sat Nov 08, 2014 8:59 am
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Nemo slowly began to graze. He whinnied to Sunny and walked over to her. "I have two questions. One, have you an Wave decided who will be lead? And two, when would you be willing to breed with me?" he asked the mare. He smiled at her, and he hoped that he hadn't been to abrupt with her. He gazed at the Waves that crashed along the nearby beach.
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by landofmakebelieve » Sat Nov 08, 2014 9:03 am
Wave flicked her ears. Hearing Nemo mention breeding, she delicately stepped away, out of earshot and carried on grazing.
(You just missed her! She was just online.)

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 landofmakebelieve » Sat Nov 08, 2014 9:08 am
Wave grazed quietly, nipping mouthfuls of grass from the ground. Shaking out her mane, she lifted her head and her hind leg, using her hoof to scratch her cheek.

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 » Sat Nov 08, 2014 11:36 am
"I think we should get to know each other more,"Desert replied looking off behind her at something, but demised it with second thought looking down at the mare."The better we know each other, the better we can protect each other and how to approach each other,"He added turning his body around where the lake was, wit that he pointed his head forward and began to walk.
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by suzycu » Sat Nov 08, 2014 5:59 pm
Classic
Classic felt a sudden burst of energy and trotted in a quick circle before bucking up her hind legs with a gleeful snort. She didn't think about how that would put her heat smell in the air horribly. She calms down and walks to Killer, grooming his coat in an affectionate gesture.
Burn
Burn trotted along the beach with worried snorts.What if the wranglers take me! I am unsafe without the protection of a strong stallion
She let's out a strong whinny to show her presence.
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by Aragorn. » Sat Nov 08, 2014 6:03 pm
Nemo)
Nemo smiled and said "We'll when you fell the urge to breed, you let me know.". He then continued to graze. He walked over to Wave and asked her "Are you alright with bring the lead mare? And would you be willing to breed soon?". He nickered to her and rubbed her nose.

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