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Misadventures of Beasley |
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| Sorry! But that barn smell is my aromatherapy! |
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| Today, I decided to go to the Goshen Post Office in our local town at lunch hour. The busiest time and the absolute wrong time to go. There is a line that wraps around and around the small post office and out the door. Children in strollers, mothers and fathers, bankers, lawyers, business people, it was just a slice of Americana. Everyone dressed to go to work and the post office. And, then there was me. |
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| Bountiful Feed |
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| So I buy my feed from Spears in Washingtonville. I use them because they call me when they are placing an order from Purina so I can get the freshest feed possible. (Nevermind, I buy the finest feed that Purina produces...Yes, I have lost my mind.) (Call my shrink, I have horses!) Anyway, so Spears upped their delivery charge so I decided to pick the feed up myself. |
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| Beasley saves the day |
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| BEASLEY SAVES THE DAY - TWICE: I have been trail riding Beasley all over. Beasley is my PMU. He is a by-product of the Premarin industry. He is 7 years old. He is a Thoroughbred, Percheron, Quarter Horse cross. I got him at 18 months and have trained him myself. When this happened, he was pretty new to trail riding as I had just got my trailer in September 2004. But he sure does act like an old pro on the trails. And, he is an old pro to trailering. He loads himself now. (There were many trials and tribulations to get to this self-loading point, but that’s another story!) |
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