A Note About This Blog

I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

My food!



Penny loves food and is very possessive of the food she knows is her's. The worst she's ever behaved was at a venue with wire mesh on the top halves of the stalls. Fun for socializing, bad for a pony that is convinced everyone is out to get her food. She's never been as badly behaved as she was that weekend. Now, anytime we compete I request a solid walled stall if available, and if not, an end stall, so she has less neighbors.

At the Taskmaster's they had to be careful about who was next to her, because she simply would not tolerate the proximity of some of the others to her food. One of the horses she did tolerate was Condi, but as you can see, he doesn't even have to look at it to get The Evil Pony Look from her sometimes. He could care less.
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