This story about a mustang who made it to Devon. It's been a long time since I was showing, and I was never in the dressage side of things - I was a hunter/jumper rider - but judged horse sports are usually RIDICULOUSLY snobby. In hunter classes at the higher levels, it was very, very rare for a horse who wasn't a thoroughbred, or a Hanoverian/Oldenburg/Selle Francis/European warmblood to place well. Paints or other unusual colors rarely would outplace the traditional bays/chestnuts. There were even some judges who tended to automatically be stingy against grays, even. (And they were just as bad against riders who weren't the traditional long-legged, small-chested females, naturally). So a little dun mustang making it through to Devon is very cool. Rock on, Padré.
And this Somali Wild Ass Foal is seriously the cutest thing in the world. I am just full of squee when I look at him.
And ganked from kaydeefalls (though I think it was on LJ): When you see this, quote Leo McGarry.
Leo McGarry: You can sign the President's name?
Leo McGarry: On a document removing him from power and handing it to someone else?
Margaret: Yeah. Or, do you think the White House Counsel would say that was a bad idea?
Leo McGarry: I think the White House Counsel would say that's a coup d'etat.
Margaret: I'd probably end up doing some time for that.
Leo McGarry: I would think. And what the hell are you doing practicing the President's signature?
Margaret: It's just for fun.
Leo McGarry: We've got separation of powers, checks and balances, and Margaret, vetoing things and sending them back to the hill.
I have to go out for errands in an hour, and then it's editing and pinch-hit writing for me.
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