#apirouette

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My horse has taken to galloping up to me or to the gate whenever I go out to her field as of late.

It's kind of pathetic because it's accompanied by lots of neighing and nickering but it makes my life a lot easier since I don't have to trek to the far back corner of the field.  Or try to defend myself against the children of the corn/ponies when they're all at the round bale.

Ri, honey, why did coming inside become so wonderful all of a sudden?

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I gave my horse her first bath of the season today, and basically doused her in MTG to try get the patchy shedding a little less disgusting looking.

I turn her out when I go to leave, and she walks off then begins to circle when she's found a spot to roll.

"Riley, don't you dare!"

She, of course, ignores me and collapses onto her knees.

"FUCK YOU!"

She looks at me, gets back up, and then walks off.

"GOOD PONY! DON'T ROLL!"

This is my life with my horse.  Alrighty then.

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It's Pi Day.

Though my horse is no longer named Pi, I still feel the need to celebrate this.

Happy Pi Day, Riley!

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Good job, Dad

So my dad got me an ornament of a hunter showing at Devon with Riley’s registered name on it.

Oh my fucking god, I fucking love it. Good fucking job, Dad. Really good fucking job.