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Post by †CarolynΩDevinΩTony† on Jun 21, 2011 7:04:41 GMT -5
Layla
"Go, go, go!" I yelled, kicking Marked as fast as he could go. He slid on his haunches and we spun around. He flew down the arena again and I held on. Marked turned and we went up the other side of the arena. I stopped him and he backed a few steps. Then I turned him around and walked him away. "Good boy." I said, patting his neck. He had his head in the game, and that was a good thing. I hopped off him and set up the barrels. "You're doing barrels, Doc poles." I said, swinging back into the saddle. I set my timer and we were off. He curved around each barrel and from how close he was getting, I was afraid we'd knock 'em down. Thankfully we didn't, and I brought him home. I clicked my timer and looked at it. 11.67. I patted his neck. "Good boy!" I praised. In only two months we would be doing the same thing, except in AQHYA arenas. Was it bad for me to wish half of summer would just hurry up and leave already? Hopefully not.
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