Yesterday our third Choctaw arrived at the horse lot. He is known as Manny.
His legs are long. Mine are not.
He is tall. I am not.
He is young. I am not.
He is elegant. I am not.
He has a great future in front of him. I had a great future behind me.
He is said to be a bit difficult. I am too.
We will work together just fine.
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Monday morning I through a predictable application of chaos theory fell out my tree and wandered to the horse lot, with not much more in mind than moving Stitch around a bit, and loving on him some...With that accomplised i brought Sacred Man a fresh bucket of water..whereupon he decided that some attention was in order.
fooled with im a bit, moved him around a very little bit, and petted and scrubbed on him until he seemed alot happier. I am told that one of the hallmarks of the Choctaw strain is that they are very much people horses..or taken in another light People horses..
This is very much true of Manny.
Will Rogers never met a man he didn't like..and Sacred Man is giving a pretty good run at it..-Lloyd
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