And They’re Off!

Lots of horse talk this week, but I can’t help it – tomorrow is the Belmont Stakes! Race horse I’ll Have Another has won both the Kentucky Derby and Preakness, and tomorrow will race to win the first Triple Crown title since 1978. For those of us who have yet to witness a Triple Crown win in our lifetime, this is super exciting. We’ve had our hearts broken before by Funny Cide, Smarty Jones, Big Brown, and four others who won the first two legs but couldn’t pull through in the third race.

We’re all hoping this year will be different. The Belmont Stakes is the longest of the three races, which is why even though a horse can finish extremely well in the first two, the third race is always the toughest. I love Triple Crown season, but those 3 minutes are the most nerve-racking minutes of my life! Ahh!

Anyway, back to the point. Otie ran his own Belmont Stakes race this week and would like me to report to everyone that he won. He is quite the Thoroughbred.

For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.

How I’m Sensitive: My Concern for FosterAunt

Fostermama has talked a few times about how much she loves horses. She fell in love with horses before she liked big square headed dogs like me. But she went to college and her horse, Marley, stayed at home, and then her sister went to college and Marley went with her. Fostermama misses Marley, but knows that my FosterAunt is taking good care of her.

Last weekend, my FosterAunt had a big horse show. I don’t know why anyone would want to stand around and stare at horses all day, but I guess I’m a dog so I don’t understand that stuff. Saturday afternoon, fostermama showed me these photos.

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UH OH!? To me, a dog, that does not look good. Why does she have grass on her pants? Is that what they do at horse shows? Did something go wrong? I got worried, so I started drooling. I only drool when I’m nervous about something. Look at how concerned I am.

Turns out, FosterAunt knew what she was doing at that show, for the most part . . .

Yeah, that didn’t look right to me either. I asked FosterMom if this was a new style of riding and she said no, that FosterAunt had a little mess up. Oops!

I stayed very concerned until FosterMama told me that everyone was fine. These things happen, and thanks to an athletic and amazing Marley, FosterAunt came out with just a little grass on her pants. Crazy!

Then the next day she showed us all that she remembers how to ride, and that Marley still kicks butt – and looks gorgeous doing it (goodness, if I was as fearless as that horse…. I can’t even imagine what my life would be like!). Pheeeew!

I’m very happy I can rest easy that everyone is okay. I’m still going to do some extra drooling for good measure though!

For more information on adopting Honey Bunches of Otis, go to his Adopt Me page to learn more about him and how to get in touch.