and what were doing as a horse ? winning a big race or pulling the milkman's truck.
I, however, did not . . . even . . .
So, OaK - those attractive horse-boots? Genuine rabbit fur? Do you need some?
I dreamed I WAS a horse last night.....odd....
Oh! That was my next guess (sure).
Just say "whoa" to drugs.
Oldandknew- is your avatar a Shire?
and not getting weller by the minute.
Results of poll; a full half of you lot abstained, the sight of one sock-puppet and its "Run away! Run away!". You are no warriors, your way is weakness!
I'll never run away - as long as there is still slop in the trough.
Me and the slop-troughing porker are warriors! And we can lick anyone of you!!
Oh YEAH? You and whose army?
The Army of the Oink, of course.
The Coalition of the Swilling!!
Prepare to defend the honour of your ancestors;, Malboro, Holeproof and who-ever it is that makes those beady little buttons for your eyes!
Oh! Lick me, you turtle-head, lick me!
And note... same avatar.
The pen is mightier than the sward.
And a picture is worth a kilo-word.
Depends on the photographer's rates....
Memories of my first horse sorrow, Black Beauty. Schniff.
Schniff.
many good horse pictures out there....
Or, as it happens, horse sculptures...
