A real man needs to have a horse. On this picture you can see me standing on our land with the horses on the background. Horses give me a lot of work each day, but I begin to appreciate them more and more. Our new horse, Sartre, is a male. He was castrated, so he is a gelding, but still he has male manners. He is big and clumsy, and makes a mess of his stable. But when you bring him his hey, he has this very sweet tender voice when he whinnyes. Rockhard outside, but sof and tender inside, just like his boss.
1 comment:
Gerrit, I think you need to work on that "rock hard" image. Looks more like the baker's son, to me...
Am glad to see a post from you. Good to know you have a kindred equestrian spirit to talk with as you muck out the barn each day. How's that teacup sailboat working out for the kids?
Ciao!
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