Horse sense (OT)(Long)

David Yehudah wrote:
My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal.

That is *too* funny!!! BTW, what is a gait?

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On Sun, 09 May 2004 05:00:10 GMT, "Hopitus2"
yodeled:

ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and
to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue
(remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro).

Indiana Jones?

Theresa
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Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

On Sun, 09 May 2004 05:00:10 GMT, "Hopitus2"
yodeled:

ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and
to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue
(remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro).

Indiana Jones?

Theresa
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal
claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
(Aldous Huxley)

On Sat, 08 May 2004 19:34:25 -0700, David Yehudah
wrote:

My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal.

Some of you may recall I got her a horse for her birthday, almost
exactly the color of the Budweiser Beer horses, but smaller. Patty gets
a big kick out of riding him, because he is a professionally trained
Tennessee Walker and has a great gait, according to DW; to me he feels
as if I'm riding a bicycle over railroad tracks.

Anywho, another lady who boards her Walker the same place we do is a
real expert with them. The other day we were out there and this lady
gets her horse out in the big arena and starts putting him through his
paces. She has a big horsewhip and really makes him work. Patty and I
both notice what a beautiful gait he has at a brisk canter. Just gorgeous.

Well, nothing would do Patty but she's gotta do that. But she doesn't
want to use the whip because she thinks it's cruel; she doesn't realize
that that the whip is just for noise. It never touches the animal. So
she gets her horse, Sneakers, out in the arena and tries to make him run
by throwing her hands up in the air and shouting, "Run!" Sneakers
responds by slowing down to a plodding walk. Before long Patty is worn
plumb out, all hot and sweaty, and the horse is so bored he's about to
fall asleep on his feet.

I explain to Patty about how the whip works, so she jumps in the car and
drives over to the feed store and buys a big horse whip.

Any of you ever try to make a whip crack? :-) Patty gets out there in
the middle of the arena, faces Sneakers with this "I'm the boss around
here" look on her face, slowly snakes the end of the whip over her
shoulder, and gives herself a crack on the right butt cheek that neither
she, Sneakers, nor I will ever forget.

And then she gets mad at me!

Well, of course she was mad, it was obviously your fault ;-)
She comes storming toward me to give me a
piece of her mind (as if she could spare it), I'm standing there with a
straight face, and the horse comes up behind her and gives her a nudge
almost strong enough to knock her off her feet.

That's when I lost it; I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around her
knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she
tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble.

Perhaps you might suggest of crop instead of a whip

ROTFL
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On Sat, 08 May 2004 19:34:25 -0700, David Yehudah
wrote:

My DW gives me so much entertainment it ought to be illegal.

Some of you may recall I got her a horse for her birthday, almost
exactly the color of the Budweiser Beer horses, but smaller. Patty gets
a big kick out of riding him, because he is a professionally trained
Tennessee Walker and has a great gait, according to DW; to me he feels
as if I'm riding a bicycle over railroad tracks.

Anywho, another lady who boards her Walker the same place we do is a
real expert with them. The other day we were out there and this lady
gets her horse out in the big arena and starts putting him through his
paces. She has a big horsewhip and really makes him work. Patty and I
both notice what a beautiful gait he has at a brisk canter. Just gorgeous.

Well, nothing would do Patty but she's gotta do that. But she doesn't
want to use the whip because she thinks it's cruel; she doesn't realize
that that the whip is just for noise. It never touches the animal. So
she gets her horse, Sneakers, out in the arena and tries to make him run
by throwing her hands up in the air and shouting, "Run!" Sneakers
responds by slowing down to a plodding walk. Before long Patty is worn
plumb out, all hot and sweaty, and the horse is so bored he's about to
fall asleep on his feet.

I explain to Patty about how the whip works, so she jumps in the car and
drives over to the feed store and buys a big horse whip.

Any of you ever try to make a whip crack? :-) Patty gets out there in
the middle of the arena, faces Sneakers with this "I'm the boss around
here" look on her face, slowly snakes the end of the whip over her
shoulder, and gives herself a crack on the right butt cheek that neither
she, Sneakers, nor I will ever forget.

And then she gets mad at me!

Well, of course she was mad, it was obviously your fault ;-)
She comes storming toward me to give me a
piece of her mind (as if she could spare it), I'm standing there with a
straight face, and the horse comes up behind her and gives her a nudge
almost strong enough to knock her off her feet.

That's when I lost it; I fell to my knees and wrapped my arms around her
knees, and tell her please not to hit me with that whip, because if she
tries she'll hit herself again and get me in real trouble.

Perhaps you might suggest of crop instead of a whip

ROTFL
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

[remove Junk for email]
Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html
Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html

Of course I remember Lash Larue. When I was about 7 or 8 he inspired me
to make my own whip (a long piece of rope) and try to learn how to use
it. I cracked my own butt a few times with it, as well as my ear, the
back of my head. . .Never did get it to go "Crack!" More like "Pffft."

That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the
movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting
reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those
things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects
cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Repeat over and over. He
was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and
went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head.



Hopitus2 wrote:
ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and
to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue
(remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). What your DW needs is
practice.

Of course I remember Lash Larue. When I was about 7 or 8 he inspired me
to make my own whip (a long piece of rope) and try to learn how to use
it. I cracked my own butt a few times with it, as well as my ear, the
back of my head. . .Never did get it to go "Crack!" More like "Pffft."

That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the
movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting
reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those
things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects
cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Repeat over and over. He
was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and
went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head.



Hopitus2 wrote:
ROFL. Years ago, after a lot of practice, this big-city critter learned and
to this day can crack a bullwhip (dunno what a horsewhip is) like Lash Larue
(remember him?...well, probably not.....try Zorro). What your DW needs is
practice.

David Yehudah wrote:

That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the
movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting
reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those
things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects
cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Repeat over and over. He
was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and
went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head.


My big brother made something like that out of two chair legs with some
chain inbetween when he was a kid. Luckily the chair was something he'd
found in a rubbish heap and not one of our chairs at home, or he'd have
got an earful from mom. Might be close in age with your son. I'm born in
'63 and my bro in '61. (My parents are mom - 1939/dad - 1935, and I've
been under the impression that you're in or close to your 60's too??)

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David Yehudah wrote:

That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the
movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting
reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those
things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects
cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww." Repeat over and over. He
was beating himself to death. Finally the Chucks got away from him and
went right through my newspaper, narrowly missing my head.


My big brother made something like that out of two chair legs with some
chain inbetween when he was a kid. Luckily the chair was something he'd
found in a rubbish heap and not one of our chairs at home, or he'd have
got an earful from mom. Might be close in age with your son. I'm born in
'63 and my bro in '61. (My parents are mom - 1939/dad - 1935, and I've
been under the impression that you're in or close to your 60's too??)

--
Christine in Vantaa, Finland
christal63 (at) yahoo (dot) com
photos: http://photos.yahoo.com/christal63

Laku: DS B G 4.11 Y L W C+ I+++ T++/- A+ E H+ S+ V++ F Q+ P- B PA PL

David Yehudah wrote:

That reminds me of when my son was a teenager, he saw Bruce Lee in the
movies fighting with Num Chucks, also known as Nunchaku. I was sitting
reading the paper and DJ was standing in front of me whipping those
things about. I couldn't see what he was doing, but the sound effects
cracked me up: "Whish, whish, thump, Owwww."

Wow, you certainly were a tolerant parent! I can't even imagine my father
letting me play with something like that in the house, let alone with him
in range! And my parents weren't overly strict - they just didn't like
fast-moving objects flying around the house.

Glad you survived! (And that your son did, too. )

Joyce