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Today we are going to work. So says FarmWife. I interpret this to mean that I will have an immaculate shed, a graded paddock, a raked yard, and laundered blankets.

FarmWife interprets it to mean that I am going to trot until my breathing is elevated (60 to 90 seconds?) and I am going to pull my tire around the "arena" in both directions.

Considering that my shed, paddock, and yard are very little and that my "arena"—such as it is—is rather small, too, I think there should be plenty of time in the afternoon for a picnic or a Star Trek marathon.

Ears,
FenBar

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  1. Well we have no idea - but that is one handsome horse!

    Your fren,

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  2. I think that looks like Ray Liotta... but I am so often wrong about these things.

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  3. And... HHM Mr. Blondie was cleared for work this morning when he trotted magnificently for the vet. We are very excited about this.

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  4. It's William Shatner, a devoted breeder of gaited horses.

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  5. Almost, but not quite! It's Captain Pike, first commander of the U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701 (as opposed, of course, to her more evolved sister NCC-1701D. He served before Kirk but was sidelined by a paralyzing injury.

    Speaking of which, GO MR. BLONDIE! Glad that YOU, for one, are one the mend.

    P.S. Please pardon my Trekkie geekiness. It's to honor FarmWife, who once went through a little phase.

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  6. William Shatner I think bred Arabian horses...or maybe that was Patric S. oh heehaw I don't know!

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