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Pony Girl Rides Again
http://ponygirlridesagain.blogspot.com
After a 17 year hiatus, at age 37, I am once again blazing trails through the horse world. Join the ride as I share the adventures of my Appaloosa gelding "My Boy," my family of cowgirls and their horses, and my journey in becoming a horsewoman.
- Added on: Jan 7th, 2009
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: Pony Girl
- Listed in: Science & Nature
- Tags: horse horsemanship horseback riding cowboy cowgirl appaloosa
Recent Posts
Thank Goodness It\'s Friday!
I feel like I've been hanging on like the last leaf of autumn this week. It's been nothing but crazy and I am exhausted. I've hardly had time to get around and visit your blogs at all!Why am I with my horse in the dark by moonlight, sensor lights, an...
The Holidays Are Here!
I had a really nice Thanksgiving weekend. It was full of family and ponies and good food. I got to talk with family, eat, shop, sleep, and take a lot of pictures with the Nikon.On a wet and dreary Thanksgiving morning, my mom brought her gelding Dust...
Turkey Days
I'm not sure if I've ever mentioned this, but when I was a child our family briefly had two turkeys. Mine was named "Salt" (he was white) and Paint Girl's turkey was Pepper (he was black.) So I thought. The picture I drew when I was younger says that...
Cat Tales
For some reason, off and on over the years, I have this "thing" with cats. I don't know what it is, but sometimes I swear if there is a cat anywhere within a mile radius of me that is in need of something, I tend to find it. Or maybe it finds me.It ...
My Thoughts About Twilight
I mean Twilight the book and movie. Not twilight, the time of day. Although I love that, too.I hesitated admitting my obsession to the public.Coming out of the coffin is not always easy.However, I was thinking about it while driving home from work th...
My Walk With Bailey
Saturday morning was cold. After scraping thick frost off of my windshield, I drove to the Painted Creek for a late morning farrier appointment.After My Boy was reshod, I turned him out to finish his morning hay. My hands were cold and Paint Girl's O...
