On 2/5/08, Nancy Sturm <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > I > set him up on the highline with some hay and then set up the tent. > > The worst night I ever spent not sleeping was one night when my tent was > set up quite close to my daughter's horse. He's an old hand and was not > afraid of the tent, but he laid down and snored and groaned and generally > "breathed" all night. I lay there wondering if he always sounded like that > or he was in the throes of something fatal. > > Nancy >
one time I camped with Tivar and in the middle of the night he stuck all four legs straight up in the air like a sprayed cockroach and got hisself tangled. But he waited calmly for me to come unloop the rope from his back foot! Janice -- courage is being scared to death...and saddling up anyway--John Wayne
