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May your trails be scenic. May your hay be abundant. May your friends be as nice as me, Songbird Sparrowgrass.

Breaking News

R, my youngest human, turned four yesterday. You know what that means, right? Time to start her under saddle!

I plan to get her one of these:


She can use it to carry hay, grain, apples, carrots, plums, pop tarts, and soft dandy brushes (I'm thin-skinned). She will be expressly prohibited from carrying my least favorite things: syringes, sticky salves, and loose ring French link snaffles. 

I can already see a bright new future ahead—with young R. being old enough to bear a burden but too young to go to school, she can pass each day in a frenzy of treat-porting activity! We shall have such fun! 

Yours expectantly, 
FenBar



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MatthewApril 5, 2011 at 8:53 PM
Happy Birthday to her!
BifApril 7, 2011 at 4:30 PM
Um, Fenway, unless you want R to break down early, you'll want to wait a few more years. Humans mature notoriously slow, and that's just their physical development. Best to limit her to treat hauling in small, lightweight containers for a while longer...
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