Toast. Mmm. Nuff said.
So, MBHD (My Better Half’s Dad) had the morning off work so MBH (My Better Half), He, and I, toured around. We went to the stables where MBHD’s horses get trained to become race horses. I have been to Spruce Meadows many times, and they have huge stables, but this place was very impressive. There are 80+ horses there and they mostly belong to one person. Some horses are trained there with other owners, but that is beside the point. What I am trying to say is there they have a huge operation there and it was very interesting to see. We got to see the young horses getting ridden by a man who would take them from being halter broken to being rideable. This was interesting because we were speaking with him and he was just going about his work without a thought. This meant that while we were speaking with him he was in a stall putting a saddle on a horse that did not want a saddle, and walking in circles around him. This horse was not keen on this whole process and it was probably pretty dangerous but Bobby didn’t even notice.
We said hello to one of MBHD’s horses and then headed back to the farm.
We finished the Sculptress which was... creepy. She gets off from the murder, but it is one of those movies where you don’t know if she did it or not. Maybe she was wrongly jailed and is now justly freed, or maybe she just beat the system and is on the loose again.
Now, some point during the day I had the brilliant idea of taking photos of horses so that I could get a silhouette of the horses with the setting sun behind them. This resulted in me hopping over the fence and crawling up to the horses. The dog, Minto, was covering my back as I crawled closer to get the perfect shot. I did get some pretty good shots and I did not get trampled. My flaw in all this was that the youngest horse, Irving, was a bit curious, and instead of posing for my photos she walked over me to see what I was doing. I did get some photos, but when she came over I found that it was more interesting to try and pet her than to take photos. It took some doing. She was very cautious and did not want me to pet her, but after a few minutes she let me pet her. Again, pretty boring if you live on a farm but if you don’t... totally awesome.
We headed over to MBH’s friend’s house where there are two tiny dogs and a kitten (that MBH saved a while back). We went inside and chilled. The three ladies sat on the couch coddling the dogs while I sat on the floor and played with the kitten. The moral of the story is that kitten’s have very very sharp claws, and that it is always good to have a band-aid around. Sure, I might have been bleeding, but it was certainly fun. I had been taught by my mom as to how to play with cats, and using those tricks we had a good time.
Since we didn’t really have much to do we sat and watched the Breeder’s Cup Classic. I don’t know how many of you have been following this buy this race had special significance. The greatest racehorse of all time, Zenyata, would be running her 20th race. She has won all of her other 19 races. This makes her better than Secretariat and Sea Biscuit. Anyways, this race brought her out of retirement and would leave her in retirement. It was wild. When the race started she was dead last. She was far far behind the group. It was tragic to watch, the horses were running and running, and the crowd favourite, Zentaya was at the back. It was kind of like watching everyone’s heart breaking. But, then, suddenly the jockey saw an opening. He pushed Zentata forwards and she broke into her famous sprint that has made her so incredible. From being far behind the crowd she burst forwards and passed horse after horse. She was gaining on the leader, but running out of track. This was where everyone’s heart broke. The excitement of watching Zentata burst through the crowd gave everyone high hopes that were shattered when Zenyata lost the race... by a nose. Just a few inches and that was all. Her perfect record broke as she entered retirement forever. I don’t think that second is that bad, but I guess when you are on the cusp of history like that, maybe it is. Still... Zenyata is happy.
We had an amazing supper cooked by MBH’s friend’s boyfriend and then sat outside to enjoy the night with a big friken bonfire.
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