It's times like this that I miss Ontario. My best pal A. is taking her baby boy Foster to his debut at the Royal Winter Fair this Thursday - he will be in the weanling colt Canadian Sporthorse line class. A. and I for years before I left Toronto would take the day of the Royal line classes off work, and show up at some ungodly hour for the Cup classes - 50 or more gorgeous 3 year old horses just waiting for us to pick apart their looks, their breeding, and what their handlers were wearing. It was the biggest horse day of the year for us, and every year we stayed until we were so exhausted from inspecting horse conformation that we looked like zombies and probably couldn't tell a good looking horse from a good looking elephant. Then came the year we took A.'s 3 year old, Fenella. I swear, those were two of the most stressful and most thrilling days of my life. And she's not even my horse. Needless to say, she won ribbons. Big ribbons. And I don't think you could have met two more thrilled women if you'd tried.
SO... this year it's Foster's turn. He is Fenella's full brother, and I'm sure he will follow in his beautiful sister's footsteps. I just wish I was there to watch it first hand.
And for those of you wondering why I haven't posted more pictures of Miss Mags, let me show you why....
Cat sees camera, cat closes eyes (scroll down & take a look at the other picture of her...enough said)
3 comments:
Jan, we're off to The Royal this Sat. to give Carter his first up close and personal introduction to horses and other various animals. We'll be thinking of you!
hey there , fellow blogger , that's one funny cat .glad to see things are going well.
oh you horsey lady you! i think (know) the girls would love the fair. someday. e is already talking riding lessons... hmmmm...
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