This past weekend I traveled north to the breathtaking state of Nebraska. While many say Nebraska is boring I like to think of it as relaxing.
My husband was nice enough to set up a time where we could go feed horses at the local race track. His grandparents, who (or is it whom?) we were with, know a trainer out there.
Yes, we had to have a pass to get to the horses. Although, they have the wrong date printed on there so I don’t feel quite as special.
To be honest I was a little nervous to go feed them. My fingers slightly resemble baby carrots. What if they took off a hand? The largest thing I’ve ever fed is the fat dog, also known as Lexi.
There’s the trainer. I’m not for sure, but I think he may have thought I was an idiot. Every time I would go up to the horse I would show them the carrot and say, “Carrot…” like the horse had a clue what I was saying.
I did learn, however, that horses can eat peppermints. That was their dessert!
I also learned never to utter the words, “I want a horse…” in the vicinity of trainers who would gladly sell you their horse. Although the guy who we knew actually said he’d GIVE me one if I had a place to keep it.
I thought the backyard would be a good spot. Clear out our shed and just turn that into a stable. I’m sure the neighbors wouldn’t mind. And the dogs would love it too!
And this picture is why husband’s shouldn’t be allowed to take pictures of their wives. If I was with another female, she would have said “Oh, no, we’re taking another one. You had a major double-chin in that.” But one thing I do love about this picture is that it shows how GIANT this horse was. It’s head was half my size. Granted I’m a midget, but still, it was huge. I’m thinking midget isn’t the politically correct term to use.
I mentioned to the dogs that we may be bringing a horse home…This was their reaction:
Anger and disbelief.
More on my Nebraska adventures tomorrow!