My beautiful Mother has always taken really great care of herself! Mainly, for the adoring eyes of my Father. Every Saturday growing up was "going to the booty (or beauty) shop to get "beautified!" She still does to this day. Rain, snow, and ice can't stop her. Believe it or not, in a little town called Murrysville, PA, the beauty shop that she goes to is called, "The MANE attraction!" The owner has horses! Having a daughter who owns horses is a big thing for my Mom during her trips to get beautified. She can "talk" horses with the best of them. She even surprised me the other day telling me that my horses "do not need supplements!" "Supplements, Mom?" Now, where in the world did she pick that word up? Reminds me of the story about my Father who also listens intently to my long dragged out stories about every single thing that my horses do. Can't help myself, their definitely my children. In the horse world the horse that "moves" the other horses feet around the pasture is the LEADER. Well, imagine me calling my horse Gator to come to the barn. He was lolly gagging in the top pasture eating a few blades of grass completely ignoring my pleading calls. My Father at the time was watching (not to my knowledge though) while busily painting a fence board. Exasperated, I grabbed a halter and lead rope and started trekking up the pasture to get Gator. To my surprise, my Dad yelled at me.
"He's moving your feet!"
Ah, I have taught my parents well! How embarrassing. "Yes, Dad, looks like I am just their slave." ;)
Hey, do you think that the beautiful horse below went to the booty shop?