Good news is that Ozzie is moving to my friend's barn. The barn where I would go to ride Chip. I am so excited. I will now be able to go and ride my horse every day if I want and I can go and watch my "trainer" finish out that longest 30 days ever. I am excited to see how things are going on Monday. I can't wait to see my boy and I am going to take pictures if it kills me. So, tomorrow I will finally see my Ozzie. I am so excited. That is about all I have going on now. Yet, I couldn't have a post with out any pictures so I thought I would leave you all with Big Cowpoke's version of a cowboy punk. One thing I can always be sure of and that is he will always have my back. That is one pretty scary dude. Well, I guess I know a lot of scary punks that walk like an Egyptian. So what, if it shows that his mother is a total 80's music fanatic. That is better, shake it up a bit. I think he is trying to act like he is scratching a record. If he even knew what a record was. Yeah cowboy homie "G". Waz Up?Few, that is better. There is my sweet Cowpoke. Maybe I should start calling him Busta-poke.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Ozzie is on the Move
I was disappointed on Friday afternoon when I received a call from my horse "trainer". I was supposed to go and watch him ride my horse Friday evening. When I answered the phone this is what I heard, "Ms. Andrea? This is your horse "trainer". I just broke my hand and I am at the emergency room. When I was changing horse trailers my hand got crushed by the trailer." I guess I could give him a break, just this once, being that he had to get stitches and he is getting a cast on Monday morning.