Barn is a very special place. First of all, because this governed by its own laws microworld leaders are women - women workout, women, cares for the horses, feeding them and often do not see the world above the clouds czterokopytnych their pets. Horse riding is also a place where women go through the same strange transformations, namely, small, rowdy girls turn here to responsible young lady, a forty-and piecdziesieciolatki On the contrary, behave like a retreat in the development of with at least a few decades. While the daughter is often the first time come together here with a sense of obligation and responsibility for other living creature, cleaners, and oversee their pony-horse'ow, their mother bids among themselves, who bought a better czaprak, who already paid more for the barber (service : uplecenie tail to tail and mane to undercut the Mohawk), or too focused on the design has a larger ... hoof. Recently I witnessed how two middle-aged grandmother started the quarrel, because one insisted that the stallion is called 6-inch horseshoe, and the other mocked, the next such that he will not steel, and finish with this, with this in a stallion moved out the next day with his steed, and all of his horses to the club toys riding across the street ...
So, do not know why, riding is a sport (lifestyle?) Dominated by the fair sex (and mischievous as hell!). It came to that from when the Southlands, a neighborhood in which you live and where in 100 homes account for 400 horses, landed and then I'm a mexican named Raul, women began to joke that the local male population recorded dwustuprocentowy growth. Once I asked a friend why this is so, replied that the horse guys simply fear, and bravely drove off on his huge - at least poltonowym - Karyme stalionie controlling his every move. If her husband is holding the murder as short as this poor konisko, it sympathized with the poor man ... A
If it were, and charger would be a mirror of the husband's owner, how do you think of who would be wybranek this lady? I bet I tluscioszka low in suspenders, who dreamed of a distant journey ;-)
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