Alexandria, come quick!! (And bring Dakota!) I’ve found another one! 
Stardust, I hope it’s okay to snatch this off your blog. A little bird clued me in. 
Apologies for taking such liberties, but we are an endangered minority here, and must stick together.
(Like that stuff they put on your boots and saddles to keep your leg in place).
Molly(the Connemara/TB)'s Mum
Not a problem…the second something’s on the 'net I “let it go.” 
Anywho, I’m glad to know I’m not the only Scrivnerer who rides. I too ride mostly TBs, but I’ve braved a Fresian as well… 
Beeeaaauuuuttiful!!
youtube.com/watch?v=fijnNP83 … re=related
That nearly made me cry. This is not a great accomplishment, since I cried through all 3.5 hours of The Return of the King, but still. If I could I would live in a stable.
Just like Lancelot in the film clip, Zoes (Mollys Mum), horse, Pokey, has just finished quite a long period in isolation. She boards him 40 miles from her home, so she been making daily round trips of 80 miles a day to care for him. Shes totally committed, dedicated and devoted, to all things horse, and Pokey in particular. Shes deranged of course. And she s stocious most of the time, but, lets face it, except for myself, nobodys perfect, are they.
Fluff
Pokey is a [size=200]HER[/size].
Short for Pocahontas.
Filly. Slut. Witch.
Arab/Saddlebred mix. (Which only proves how deranged I am…) 
Strained medial and lateral suspensories on front left, cavorting in the pasture (she refuses to give us details). I’ve just started her back with short jaunts to the outside on the end of a lunge, HEAVILY medicated, which seems to have very little if any effect on her. Think 900 pounds of kite on the end of a string.
Off to watch Lancelot. I don’t know where Alexandria is hiding…
Of course she is! Im just testing you to see if your reasonably sober, or ratarsed, flat on yr back whistling “La Marseillaise”.
Stop moaning. Think yself lucky its not a Grizzly Bear.
Fluff
Or vic-k.
Is working with horses your job or a free-time activity? Either way, it must be very exciting. I’m currently limited to twice a week riding and am nowhere near being able to own my own horse. 
My job? Ha!! I’d have been fired long ago, by both two- and four-legged employers.
No, love, it is my passion. I have dabbled at the lowest levels in just about every discipline (for awhile there I was switching every year ). Now I do endurance, and a lot of trail riding, both of which have been lately sidelined by intensive bouts of rehab–the first when Pokes slipped and fell on me last summer, and lately when she wrecked her suspensories (described above). However, we forge ahead. Here she is, uncontrollable as usual, on the longe line:
Some days I wake up and think, there isn’t enough alcohol in the world…
Sigh.
There would have been plenty if you and Vic-ky hadn’t sat there and lushed it up at every opportunity.
From each according to his abilities, to each according to his needs…
Pass that jar of olives, vic.
Why are you wasting olives? Just drink right out of the bottle.
ich! wish wuns…blick wuns or gruune wuns?/ 
took cair
civ
Up past his bead time again.
Poor Mrs. K must experience this more than we can imagine.
Sometimes I take a ride myself. I take my whole house wit me.
I well believe it.
That’s because you are gullible.
Its cos hes a feckin hillbilly!
What has the fact that wock’s hillbilly roots make the above photo a likely reality to do with your gullibility?
Stop the confused look. I have it on good authority that sentence is correct. Granted that authority may be more comfortable with hicklish than any other dialect, but it is still an authority.