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She followed him out " you don't have to deal with Amber " |
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"I can deal with her," He assured, knowing she couldn't be much different from the attitude of a bull. |
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" she'll try to kick and bite when you tighted the cinch " she warned him as they walked in the barn " oh and don't touch her flanks with a brush" |
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"What do you think that thing does?" He asks, wavering his hand over to Puma who was throwing a fit. |
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" just saying don't say I didn't warn you and it might be worse you are a man and she's only ever been tacked up by me " Edited at April 18, 2025 12:17 AM by thatcowgirl2006 |
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"The heck does me having to be a man have to do with it?" He asks himself, starting to groom her. If she tried to bite him, he'd smack her head away, or point her head away and give her a treat. Anyway, he eventually got her tacked up, moving to go get Puma ready. |
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" she never really trusted men" |
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"Oh I see, same with old Pum over here." He informed, doing up his back cinch. |
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"Training and treats, lots of treats, lots of hand feeding her from outside her stall." He explained, bridling her and walking out before mounting. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
