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OK guys.shows and evaluations are over and winter is peeking around the
corner. Exciting posts will soon begin again about Shoeless or shoes, bittless
or bits, blinkers or none, Flyspray that works or garlic,vets or owner
diagnosis, medication or herbal / organic, treeless or treed saddles and
Natural
training vs a wump upside the head method.
This post was on my Pony List today and I can SO relate to so much of
it.thought it was funny enough to repost here, enjoy ! ( all of you who
want to
start competing next year, this might be a manditory read.Lisa
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1a. Trip to Tulsa - long read but fraught with craziness
  Posted by: Shae Butts [EMAIL PROTECTED] riverbendwelsh
  Date: Fri Oct 3, 2008 9:47 am ((PDT))
Diary of two Mad Widows or Hereâs your Sign?
Our trip to Tulsa
I should have felt it the moment Lisa, my best gal pal, and fellow widow in
mourning, dropped that brand new bottle of Piesporter wine on the street in
front of the house at 6 am last Thursday morning. Iâm sure it was a sign of
Bad
Karma, missing MOJO or something else even more ominous. Forget everythingâ¦
.forget the fact that we had spent a week packing for the horse show! Forget
that we had a rig that rivaled most tractor trailer drivers! Forty-two feet
of
Dodge Dully and Sundowner Pro-stock sitting at the ready! Forget that our
carriages were loaded along with hay and tons of gear! Why in Godâs name do
we
pack so much? Showing is not new to usâ¦.we think weâve trimmed way
backâ¦and
yetâ¦.we are still loaded to the gills! Why did I battle fire ant bites (left
over sweet feed) in the overhead of the gooseneck making sure everything was
crammed in there nice and tidy? Why did I stay up late washing my ponies and
pulling
manesâ¦crippling myself on my unsteady foot that Iâd only had surgery on
three weeks agoâ¦.all this to âfeelâ that bad karma on Thursday morning?Â
Unpack
it allâ¦..right now!      NOT!
This was our first trip out of stateâ¦all the way to the State Fair and
Central National Welsh showâ¦in Tulsa, Oklahomaâ¦without Mike and Daveâ¦.our
dear
husbandsâ¦..lost to usâ¦only last yearâ¦and within 8 weeks of each other.Â
In fact,
the last show Mike attended with meâ¦.was this show a year ago. I think we
were both excitedâ¦and nervous about goingâ¦seeing old friends that we only
see at
this particular showâ¦and knowing those encounters would bring new
sensitivities to surface.
Breathe...and just go forwardâ¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦â¦.our newest motto.
The one persona that was ecstatic about this trip was Elvis. Elvisâs real
name is Gracelandâs Good News. What are you going to call an 11.2 hand
stocky
pony stallion fraught with punk rock flaxen forelockexcept Elvis? Elvis
was thrilled because not only was he riding next to his daughterâ¦and he is a
very good poppa to all his babiesâ¦but also had as travel mates, three
gorgeous
maresâ¦.one of which he already had carnal knowledge, Menai my Desire,
Lisaâs
driving pony! The other two were section Bâs and top of the line mediums,
full
sisters and bigâ¦I mean BIG! Elvis loves the big girls! If he were not the
impeccably mannered soul that he isâ¦.we would never be able to travel in this
mannerâ¦.Two carriages up front and dividedâ¦and everyone else side to side
all
the way to the gate, sans any dividers. Every pony had a personal hay
netâ¦.and
a comfy floor full of shavings. Even the vertically challenged filly was
comfy
in her little fly mask and standing next to her daddy for the 10 hour drive
to Tulsa.
Â
Brianna, Lisaâs 9 year old was piled atop tons of bags, blankets and pillows
in the back seatâ¦.candy and treats at the readyâ¦and a bag chocked full of
DVDâ
s to watch on her little player. Lisa and I were armed with thousands of
Diet Cokes (nectar of the Gods) and packs of chewing gum to rival any grocery
store isle. She would drive us all the way through Dallas, and I would take
the
second leg into Tulsa. A few stops were made for fuel, more junk food, and
potty breaks and still we made the fairgrounds in good time.
As we looked about for our stalls locationâ¦..I kept hearing some large pony
screams emanating from the direction of our trailer! I realized it was
Elvisâ¦
and went quickly to investigateâ¦.However it happenedâ¦I will never
knowâ¦but
Elvis had become unclipped from his tieâ¦.and had all the mares (still tied)
herded into one cornerâ¦.as he was preparing himself to choose which to breed
first. His baby daughter was tucked under the throat of the smaller mare
peeping
out at a daddy whose behavior she did not recognize! I quickly removed him
from
the trailerâ¦and later on the stunned group of maresâ¦.standing there with
their
