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My cousin’s cat had kittens and he was able to give away all but 4 of them. I can’t take one because I am allergic, but if you could take just one it would be such a help and the kittens could have a nice home.Since he lives by the Nuclear Power Plant, I’ll go pick them up for you. I’ve attached pictures of the last 4 kittens.

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 I would adopt all of them myself,  but I  am allergic to freaks. These cats may be adorable but are a big handful. I went to look at them and came home in shock. But if someone would be generous enough to adopt a precious cat…

Hey there! Samson here, again. I hate shedding season! Spring, that is. I feel all itchy and hairy and gross. But it’s not all bad. My owner Sarah helps me get rid of my winter coat with a metal currycomb. It may look painful, but it’s not.  It feels pretty good. Sarah knows that you should only use a metal currycomb on me when my coat is thick and needs off. She would never want to hurt me. It gets loose hair on the ground, me and her, but it feels like I’m at the spa,. But I HATE the mess it makes.

The past couple days she hasn’t got to spend anytime with me beacause she has been sick and is currently having back pain, but a few minutes ago she was feeling well enough to come see me for a minute, dispite her aches.

Her Mom just got some chickens, about a month ago. The day before yesterday they put in a coop in the barn, right by my stall. The chickens are well…chicken. I walked up to them and they started carrying on like wild boars! I’m not that scary…am I?

Being the 4-H horsemen’s club has provided SO many opportunities, including but not limited to horse bowl, trail rides, horse course,  but one of my faves has been horse judging. Read on to find out about my amazing experience!

The club holds weekly judging practises. My agent, Robbie, teaches us all about judging and things to look for in a horse. We watch so many videos and horse to judge it’s tiring! The process of judging isn’t too difficult. You have a card with a blanks for the following:

Contestant Number-

Class:

Placing Score:

Reasons score:

Then it has something that looks like the following:

A  1-2-3-4

B 1-3-2-4

C 1-4-3-2

And so on… through the alphabet with every combination of 1, 2, 3, 4. That’s because you judge four horses and place them from best to worst. For example: 3-2-4-1. This would mean that horse number three is best, two is okay, four needs work, and one is the worst. It is confusing at first.

In riding classes, such as Hunter Under Saddle, Western Pleasure, Walking Horse 2 Gaited Pleasure, etc. you judge the horse more on it’s movement than it’s form. For example, you check to make sure they on the right lead, they don’t have a choppy stride, etc. If they refuse, are unsound, or anything like that, they can be placed at the bottom. But in halter classes, it’s all about form and shape. Halter classes do not involve riding. When judging halter horses, you look for balance, figure, leg  formation, and so much more. But I think it’s fun.

So after taking a few weeks to learn about this, we traveled to MTSU, a college in Murfreesboro, TN for a huge competition. It had a huge arena and stable for the students to ride horses.When I stepped in the collesium, I was absolutly AMAZED! There were people riding english and western through the aren for practice for the show. We were each given a pack of placing cards, a sheet with the patterns and diagonals to go by, and we were set to judge. We sat to watch them practice, and everyone rode so gracefully. I really felt so many emotions. Excitment was a HUGE one! But all of the sudden, a girl riding english’s horse reared up! Oh no. I knew what would happen. The girl turned the horse around, and they cantered across, the horse bucking the whole time! Suddenly, she jerked the reigns to the side, which triggered the accident.

 I sat in disbeliefe, frozen. I wanted to look away but I didn’t. The horse naturaly jerked too, and that set her off balance, sliding down the side of the saddle. The he turned a curve and she falls off, landing on her back and bouncing onto her belly. my friend and I just sat ther ein the audience, with our eyes widened. The girl just layed there, with her hands on her back, and we thought she broke it. We thought they would call an ambulance. But the reason she lied there so long was that the officials were making her be still to see if she broke anything. Eventually they let her get up, and she stood up, brushed her pants, fixed her hair, and was fine. Lets just pretend that didn’t happen. The show must go on!

We had to judge eight classes, which took about three hours. The girl was fine and ended up riding in the show. (Not on the same horse.) We didn’t get to find out how we placed, but it was a great experience to be in the room with all those horses, conduct close inspection anyway. I had a great time!

Heyo! Samson here. Welcome to my diary! (It’s not written down. It’s in my mind. Technically. Besides, wouldn’t it be wierd for a horse to write?Unless my owner is writing it for me, which is impossible, right?) Speaking of owners, mine is an eleven year old girl named Sarah. She loves me so much she gives me brown sugar and oats sometimes! (Except it is kinda wierd when she puts a wierd seat on my back and sits on my holding wierd ropes to put pressure on my mouth. )  Sometimes I don’t react well when she puts pressure on me. But she loves me anyway. This is what she looks like.

Notice I’m in there too! Anyway, she loves me all the same. 

   When she brought me home, I was so hungry. But they have these big piles of tasty sticks! (They call it hay. Whatever it is, it’s good!) I went straight to it and dug in. Then I noticed there was some other creature in there with me. He black, small, and has forked hooves. He also has horns on his head! I think Sarah Calls him a cow. At first, me and that cow didn’t get along that well, but now we’re friends. But when it comes to sweet feed, a grainy mixture that Sarah pours in his trought, I can’t help kicking him away. That’s why Sarah feeds us seperatly, except she feeds me horse feed. She says sweet feed is making me a little fiesty. (But hey, it’s GOOD!) Speaking of feeding, gotta go! Sarah’s about to feed!

  One day when I wasn’t particularly having my mind on getting a horse, we got a call from our neighbor. She wanted to take us to the horse sale in another city. At first my Mom said no, then she decided for us to go. I sure am glad.It was cold so we bundled up and our neighbor, (Judy) picked us up in her vehicle. We went to the auction, got there a couple hours before the actual auction so we got to look at the horse close up and everything. From the looks of this place, the general idea of it being an auction, I really didn’t expect to even get a horse from here. That was actually the last place I expected to get a good horse from. But some things come un expectedly.

 As I walked around the barn of horses, I felt sorry for most of them. There were so many horse that looked like they had obviously been abused. There was one huge horse that had a tumor the size of a basketball on her belly. I actually thought she was pregnant till they told me it was a tumor!

Other horses were very mean, nipping at each other and yelling. Some were sick,  many had cuts on therefaces and all over their bodies.

 We came to find two ponies we were interested in. One was black and shorter than Samson and I really liked him. Then I noticed his eye was beat up and we found out he was blind. I really liked him but couldn’t get a hurt or sick horse, as tempting as that one was.  

 Than I found a taller pony, and I immediatly had a good feeling about him. I could only see his rear, and it was gray. We decided on buying him before the auction. We talked to his owner, and he wanted $300 for it. That was too much for us, so we offered $150. He wouldn’t take that, so we offered 200. SOLD!

We was going to haul him the next morning. My Dad had a friend that said he would haul him for us. My Dad called him and he said he would come the next morning. Then he called again and said he would do it that night! I was excited that I could take my horse home! We went to eat at the indoor restraunt they ahd, and I saved an apple and gave it to Samson later. I ended up staying home from school the next day to take care of my new pony. But at daylight, there was a HUGE surprise! He was roan, not gray! Roan is brown dappled with gray. When he’s wet, he’s gray! But he’s really brown. As for a name, well, there were many until we came to one that really suited him! There was Frosty, Samson, Gabriel, Blazer, Blaze, and lots more! We decided Samson. Because he has long hair, is strong, has a strong will, and is firm.

                       I love u, samson!

I truly have a BFFL!

Have you heard of the “bigfoot” or “sasquatch” myth? Do you believe in bigfoot? I have been researching and wondering.

Last night, I saw a show called “wierd travels”. This group went searching for bigfoot in the Texas “jungle.” They put speakers in the trees and broadcasted gorrilla voices. Then they got a reply! It was a howling, moaning sound and it wasn’t a gorrilla or bird. Then they went to their vehical and saw a huge finger print! Then next morning they sent it to research. The show had pictures on it, such as this one:Pretty scary, huh? Bigfoot is supposably a 10 foot beats that looks a little like a gorrilla. In the show they close upped this pic and showed it in detail. YOu could tell it was a female, whatever it is. Sure, it would be easy to dress in a costume and scare soemone, but you could tell it wasn’t a costume. But It could be a deformed gorrila. In my opinion, a bigfoot could probably be where a government experiment just ent wrong and it got loose. Sorta like the chupacobra and mothman myths.

Some more photos:  

Another bigfoot myth is “skunkape.” A skunkape is a stinky version of a bigfoot that is known for it’s ransid smell.  Bigfoots can be humorous! Check out these videos. http://ourbigfoot.com/bigfoot_video_prkstrsrn.html

http://ourbigfoot.com/bigfoot_video_dnce.html

So is bigfoot real? You decide.

My family has been looking for a horse, and my neighbor has been helping me. On Saturday, my neighbor and her college daughter, and my other neighbor and good friend who is my age,  my mom, and I went to see a spotted racking horse and test ride it. We all piled in my neighbors three-row Trail Blazer and headed out. Me and Callyn  (the girl my age) and I played war(a card game) while we waited. Pigeon Ridge, here we come!!!

When we got there, we got out and it was very cold. The owner of the horse was waiting with about four dogs around her. I was introduced by Judy (the neighbor that took us) to the lady, and we went and looked at the goats first.

There were lots of them; about twenty or thirty. Some were babies. We measured out some feed and headed to the horses.

There were two horses and maybe four donkeys, and we poured some feed. A big, black and brown horse came trotting over, and it’s name was Cookie. It was the one we were looking at, and there was another real big one named Sun. Sun was high strung, as we would soon see.

After eating we put a lead on Cookie and led her out and I let her sink in and my brain registered her beauty. We tacked her up and I was very nervous. I wasn’t sure about riding after my accident with the mule, if you remember reading that. Cookie really was beautiful, but hadn’t been groomed in a while. Judy reassured me that she would ride it first. Judy was experienced with horses, so I trusted her. She got on her and rode her around the  yard for a minute or so. So far so good, I thought. Cookie was a great riding horse. Then Laura, Judy’s teenager that is experienced too, rode her. I thought she was really pretty on her. Cookie really rode nice! Then, they asked me if I wanted to ride her. I stepped over to mounting position and put my foot in the stirrup. Can I do this without falling or will I make it OK? What if I fall?

I was nervous, but I decided to face my fear. Judy boosted me and I got up in the saddle. Suddenly, I got a “rider’s cramp” as I call it in my hips. It’s a feeling that can be unbearable while riding. I would of stood in the stirrups, but they were too long and as short as they would go. That made me more nervous. Judy helped me dismount and I stretched. We decided to let Callyn ride while I stretched. Callyn got up, and she was led around. That made me feel better. If Callyn ride her ok, so can I! I got some more confidence. When she was done riding, I was sure I was going to do this. “I’m ready.”

    I mounted up with help, and this time I didn’t cramp. Maybe it was because I wasn’t as nervous. “I still want someone to lead me.” I was still a little nervous because I thought about my fall. The owner led her and I started having fun. It felt good! The owner taught me to turn and I turned.  It was fun! We got pictures and everything. I finally dismounted, and was so glad I did it! Laura and Callyn and I rode her a little more and then we got Cookie untacked. I was so glad I rode!

We don’t know if we are getting Cookie, but it was fun getting to know her.

Need a haircut?

Justa takin it easy…

Wow, talk about crossbreeding!

Give me a break! I’m on…

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Have you ever ridden a mule? I did last night, and it didn’t go quite as planned.

The day was so far going great. I went to  my neighbor’s house to take care of her horse. After that we went to her neighbor’s to see their mule. We clipped a leadline to the gentle mule’s halter. My neighbor said to climb on. Bareback. Being the horselover  I am, that made my stomack tingle. A chance to ride. BAREBACK! I couldn’t resist, so I climbed on! Big mistake. My neighbor was gonna lead us around, but just as I said, things don’t always go as planned.  Here’s the visual of the perfect ride: I sit bareback on the mule. My neighbor leads us around. Hiyo-silver! It is the best ride and it feels great.  Unfortunatly, that didn’t happen.  This is what happened: My neighbor gave me a boost. The minute I was on the back of the mule, I got that undescribable feeling that nothing can go wrong. Of course, as you probably can predict, it went wrong.  Anyway, about 3 seconds after I landed on the back, the mule went NUTS! He began to buck. It happened so fast I didn’t know this, but my neighbor told me I held on for the first 3 bucks, but the fourth one was just too much. I flew off and landed about three feet away.(I’m not exactly sure  because the mule ran away and I rolled a little bit) I was laying there for what seemed for ever, (was probably just a few seconds) waiting. My breath was knocked out so I was gasping for breath, (probably making a noise with my voice) and my neighbor came and helped me up after I had my breath and was calm. I remember saying, “I hate that stupid mule!” Luckily, very luckily, I wasn’t hurt seriously. I am pretty sore and stiff, though. I made it to school, I am all in one piece. That is very lucky.

This poem was written by me. I tried to make it sound like the narrarators best friend was in the hospital and about to pass away but wrote this card.

written by Sarah

November, 2007

You have been an awesome  friend.

Remember the Promise to be there till the end?

But here you are with cancer.

One day I will talk to you but get no answer.

Yes, it will be hard to let you go.

But here’s something I already know.

I might lose you by the physical part.

But you will always be in my heart.

Remember the promise that we made?

It will not be broken by death’s  fate.

As you lay in the hospital bed,

please remember what I said.

Remember the promise that we agreed?

this card may be the last one you read.

You may end your earthly phase,

but I know you will be in a better place.

I remember the fun, games, and doing our hair,

and we will do that when we are there.

But until then,

I will not forget being your friend.

You may leave this place,

but I will see you in heaven’s grace.

I really hope you are reading this.

I will see you in heaven’s bliss.*