Usually I
torment love my horse by making him wear his
birthday hat. But this year I kept it simple.
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hiding from the hat |
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apples and carrot deliciousness |
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new boots! |
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can we go already? |
Apples. Carrots. A clean saddle, new stirrup leathers and new hoof boots (oh wait, that's for me). Grass. A ride to the lake. Splashing! A stick! Birthday apple! Mash. Alfalfa.
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last bite before we go, I promise |
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just splashing with my buddy |
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found a stick in the water! |
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stick! splashing with the stick! stick! |
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sadness and a broken stick |
Major was just glad I didn't make him wear the hat. And that he got a very special apple from my friend C!
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I bit the candle to turn it off. But I'm ok. The apple was yummy! |
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mash and special alfalfa dinner, oh boy! |
Happy 13th birthday buddy. Here's to many more.
Happy Birthday Major!
ReplyDeleteThirteen years ... great age, lot's of fun to come. I love the boots!
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday Major! birthday buddy high five
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