There is no Fugly Horse of the Day anymore, which is a good thing. But good things came of FHOTD, namely my gathering of the very best of internet friends, like-minded (well, mostly) individuals who can hear what I'm saying, even when I say it very, very badly.
I do miss certain of them, wish I'd managed to keep in touch with my first "follower". Following predates FaceBook, people!! Humph. Although my attrition rate is pretty good, mathically speaking. I know it's spelled wrong, I like that word better. More better, even.
There is something to be said, though, sorry, blogger, about being able to block people that you just know won't ever be on or even near your headset. But, sometimes, wouldn't it be nice to be able to say something with only good intentions? People don't read that way anymore, perhaps. Any words typed must be dissected meticulously with every singled-out grammar, misspell, or, oh, the horror, slight critical element. You know what I mean. Of course.
The above cartoon would offend some people. I'd take bets on it, but it's just too much of a sure thing.
.If you pointedly blank decline criticism, it will always be proffered. I have a lovely very confused pseudo-tautology going, don't I?? I'm criticizing people being critical... Cartoons may be the way to go. Look, it's a joke! Not sure everyone gets my mostly disturbed sense of humour. Actually, I'm pretty sure they don't. Ah, well, as long as I can make myself laugh, I'll be doing okay. Like if I post old pictures of me riding without a helmet, I tell ya, the noise generated... So, I have helpfully fixed those pictures. You're welcome, helmet police. The technology hadn't been invented yet, folks. A helmet was a fairly dangerous decoration. I bought a new helmet in 2021! I am current in my safety protocols, so, HAH!
Lately, the horse (YAY horses!) I'm riding has been my laugh-inducer. He is so funny, this boy. Just loves him, muchly. He's pretty darn safe, but I'd never specify any thousand pound animal as "safe". Trustworthy? Sure-ish. Safe? Not entirely. Case in points. My latest equine is 27, gelded when he was 8, 1.3m jumper, has evented, hacked, etc. etc. Lordosis is a new thing for me, never ridden that before, but he doesn't seem to care. So far, anyway. ANYway.
He LIKES to jump, he likes to have something to Do. He lives outside, often for 24+ hours at a time, with two other geldings. He's had a pretty set routine, methinks for at least a year or two. His best bud Rob, the instructor/trainer that knows him very well, compares him to a border collie. Always thinking, always considering. At his grand age, he's allowed his opinions.
He is very expressive, with his opinions. Usually, I can see his opinions. But not always...
To be continued. ISN'T HE ADORABLE???
