Monday, September 12, 2016
A Whole Nother Level
I collected Breyer horse models as a kid. I was horse-crazy, and before my parents got me a real horse, the Breyer models helped fill a void in my little preteen soul. Plus, I liked playing with them. I finally sold the last of them off in my moving sale a few years ago, although I did keep two of my favorites. Ah, nostalgia.
But these people? These people are crazy:
72 Hours in Model Horse Mecca
Holy cow!
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woh
Noticing a dearth of comments on this post. Think it's because ALL OF YOUR READERS went through the horse phase (starts age nine blah blah), carrying around a cigar box collecting nickels to save for a horse..............and you actually HAD ONE????? We will never EVER feel sorry for you about anything again.......well, not much.
(OK, can't we hear about this horse? Maybe you could do a separate post about your time with him/her?)
Ginny, I wrote about Trigger a while back!
http://rockygrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/trigger-and-other-unrelated-stuff.html
I was a horse-crazy kid, like most girls my age, and I took riding lessons (Western, not that sissy English crap! Ha) for a few years before my parents got me Trigger. My older sisters STILL complain about how *I* got a horse and THEY didn't. Old grudges, man! I had Trigger for several years, and then he was a "lesson horse" for the facility where I had boarded him for years. They retired him to pasture, and I believe he was around thirty when he passed away. Good horse!
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