"Please don't become a memory"the almost-horse-guy pleaded with her while spending inordinate amounts of time in gaming adult chat rooms, yikes.
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Jill was so happy to be riding horses she'd been reading about in the Canadian Eventing Team Media kit, to be learning the inside scoop first hand.
"She slipped a lot less than him" Jill had observed on their return from the hack. Can you imagine being conditioning for Burley at the walk?
"Oh she is the most careful horse on ice I have ever known! That's where she gets her name!"
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At the same time Jill felt sorry for her former friend who's reputation she now knew was so tattered by her drunken public, and promiscuous sexual behaviour. Never mind the fun that the top brass had made of her earlier for living out a horse trailer and refusing the ambulance ride after she'd insisted they call one for her. Poor gal. Jill wished she would stop phoning and texting with invites. When would she get the hint?
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Jill knew the farm supply salesman was not at liberty to speak freely and actually fill her in on the training philosophy and staff reputation of a particular high level facility, so she joked "but maybe I can read your aura while you think the truth."
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The big chesnut mare put her nose through the bars and opened the stall door and scooted out down the hall in a smoooooth split second. Jill was out of the stall across the hall in a heartbeat and caught her, half by holding blanket and half by actually reaching the mare's halter, and also coming eye to eye with the smiling boss, who'd clearly known to expect it and was stepping out from another stall, ha.
