I don’t actually believe that I am my parents 3rd favorite child. It’s just something I say because it drives them crazy and I have quite a bit of anecdotal proof that it’s true. But just so we’re clear it’s not something I actually think.
I honestly don’t remember how old I was when this story took place, I guess I was about twelve but it’s totally possibly that someone in my family is going to text me and say I was ten or fourteen. If that happens I’ll let you guys know.
Magic loved bones, as most dogs do, and had several humorous instances with them.
Nom, nom, nom. Don’t take this from me!
Horses are such an important part of my life but I’ve had a hard time thinking of stories to tell that the everyday non horses person would enjoy which is why I don’t talk about them all that often. However I think I’ve got one that anyone will be able to find the humor in.
All of us trying to keep warm.
Magic did not like the groomer, but the only way to keep him cool in the summer was to give him a buzz cut. Sometimes if we got it done in May there’d be a few cool days where he needed a blanket.
Magic hated loud noises. If there was a thunder storm or it was a holiday where people shot off fireworks he was a mess (the 4th and New Years etc). We tried tranquilizers but he seemed to have an ability to keep them from affecting him until hours or days later.
Don’t let any fireworks happen, OK?
Like a lot of people I know who went to high school in California, my senior class went on a trip to Disneyland. They have several “Grad Nights” a year where the park is closed to everyone except various high schools. It was really crowded but really fun.
I spent January of 2013 in Ireland. I loved, loved, loved it. We went from Dublin out to the coast and pretty much took a tour around the whole country before ending in Dublin again. There were about 20 students and two professors.
The whole group on our tour of Derry.
There was a girl on the trip named Kylie, and she was one of those people who effortlessly made people feel included and liked. For some reason that I don’t remember she really wanted to meat a guy named “Seamus” while we were in Ireland. Because she was such a likable person we all soon became aware of her mission and sought to help her achieve her goal.