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jumping

courtney
my favourite person ever
sassys so cute





me and jesse
 

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peters bbq

julie.tess.becky
 

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eventing clinic






Biscuit givin hugs






thanks for pictures tess
 

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WSC SHOW


us crashing woops




















 

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A cowboy is a man with...
guts,
a horse,
a big truck and
a sexy hat



 

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windsor


Musings Marionette
MARY




 

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thunderbird


Jablo&heidi&me


 

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thunderbird










 

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horsies



DRILL@AGRIFAIR



TRIXIE



JOKER





JESSE



JOKESTER



JESSIE&JESSE



JOKER&KRISTIN
















ROOOXXY!!!






 

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soul to soul


"soul 2 soul"
OMG TIM IS AMAZINGLY CUUUTE












 

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horsebackriding



Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride,
Friendship without envy,
Or beauty without vanity?
Here, where grace is served with muscle
And strength by gentleness confined
He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity.
There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent.
There is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.
~Ronald Duncan, "The Horse," 1954


 

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Big and Rich
Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy


I'm a thourough-bred That's what she said
In the back of my truck bed As I was gettin' buzzed on suds
Out on some back country road. We where flying high
Fining, whine, having ourselves a big and rich time
And I was going, just about as far as she'd let me go.
But her evaluation Of my cowboy reputation
Had me begging for salvation All night long
So I took her out giggin frogs Introduced her to my old bird dog
And sang her every Wilie Nelson song I could think of

And we made love
And I saddled up my horse And I ride into the city
I make a lot of noise Cause the girls
They are so pretty Riding up and down Broadway
On my old stud Leroy And the girls say
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
Everybody says

Save a horse, Ride a cowboy




And they call the thing rodeo

And a broken home and some broken bones . Is all he'll have to show .
For all the years that he spent chasin' . This dream they call rodeo .
Well, it's bulls and blood . It's dust and mud . It's the roar of a Sunday crowd .
It's the white in them knuckles . The gold in the buckle . He'll win the next go 'round .
It's boots and chaps . It's cowboy hats . It's spurs and latigo. It's the ropes and
the reins . And the joy and the pain . And they call the thing rodeo .
It's the broncs and the blood . It's the steers and the mud . And they call the thing rodeo .



Because you're mine, I walk the line

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you're mine, I walk the line