{"id":1675,"date":"2011-11-25T19:34:55","date_gmt":"2011-11-26T01:34:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/2011\/11\/lucky_star-jpg\/"},"modified":"2018-06-29T17:27:09","modified_gmt":"2018-06-29T22:27:09","slug":"lucky_star-jpg","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/lucky_star-jpg\/","title":{"rendered":"My First Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Dear Tony and Jenny\u00a0 Vaught<\/p>\n

I’ve heard that you get to ride me and get me ready for my new Mom to ride.\u00a0 Well, bring it on!<\/p>\n

Mom told me today that one of the rules before anyone would ride me is:<\/p>\n

“Someone has to bounce a ball off my back”<\/p>\n

I’ve just got to tell you, “That was nothing!”\u00a0 I liked the ball.\u00a0 I liked following the ball. When I caught it, I tried to eat it.\u00a0 My mom and I followed the ball for quite a while before I got to push it and try to eat it. \u00a0My new mom tried to trip me. \u00a0She put the ball under my belly. Did she think I would ge scared of the ball underneath my belly? \u00a0Ha! \u00a0What a concept! \u00a0 \u00a0I let one of my back legs knock it out from under me.\u00a0 Next mom thought it was fun to pick the ball up and rub my back with it.\u00a0 You should have seen her try to handle that big ball.\u00a0 It made me chuckle inside.\u00a0 I \u00a0ignored her while she was bouncing the ball off my back. There were more interesting things for me to look at, than to think about a ball bouncing off my back.<\/p>\n

The thing that makes me nervous is traveling in the trailer.\u00a0 It was six long miles to the stable. \u00a0I’m all by myself in the trailer. I don’t like that feeling of not being in charge of the world. \u00a0I worked up a bit of a sweat.\u00a0 I did screaml to all the pasture horses living along our six mile route, but none of them tried to help me out of that trailer.<\/p>\n

No worry, as soon as I got in that arena and walked around for a couple of minutes, I rolled and soaked up that sweat. It felt so good that I rolled again several minutes later.<\/p>\n

My mom showed me helium ballons tied to barrels. She got me to step up on a round thing. She told me that elephants have fun with these things in circuses.\u00a0 “huh?”<\/p>\n

Then we went thru a gate with all these things hanging down in my way.\u00a0 I smelled them as I went thru them.\u00a0 Mom called them noodles, but they were not anything that I would ever eat!<\/p>\n

We went into this big round enclosure.\u00a0 I thought it was pretty cool because there were horses there in stalls.\u00a0 I tried to dominate them, but they were just too nice to take up my challenge.<\/p>\n

Them my mom did weird stuff. She let me loose and tried to “own my hindquarters”.\u00a0 Of course I ignored her and walked off.\u00a0 Here’s the surprise stuff. She made me run.\u00a0 I had to fox trot and then I had to canter.\u00a0 She smiled.\u00a0 I saw her. But she had this ridiculous idea that I should keep going.\u00a0 My idea of a run in a circle is to stop.\u00a0 Why waste all that effort.\u00a0 Finally she looked at my hindquarters and I decided that maybe she did own my hindquarters, so I came into the center and faced her belly.<\/p>\n

She was quite pleased with me.\u00a0 I could tell because she rubbed me and made me feel good.<\/p>\n

I was shocked when she wanted me to go back out on that ridiculous circle and run the other way. We argued a bit.\u00a0 I didn’t want to go that way and I certainly did not want to run.\u00a0 Finally, I let her win and fox trotted and then cantered.<\/p>\n

She told someone that she loved my canter.\u00a0 Well, who wouldn’t!? \u00a0She told the same person to look at my big front end when I was fox trotting.\u00a0 I am pretty proud of my muscular development! \u00a0I can push any horse around with that big front end!<\/p>\n

There was a pole in the round pen that I had to step over when I was running around.\u00a0 Just to please her, I ignored the pole and trotted and cantered over it like it didn’t exist.<\/p>\n

She tried to own my hindquarters again.\u00a0 I get it!\u00a0 I get to stop.\u00a0 I came into the middle with her and followed her over to the wall where she had left my halter.<\/p>\n

She told me that I was the “BEST” and we were going back home.\u00a0 I decided to believe her and got right in the trailer.\u00a0 It made me sweat again and I did yell at all the pasture horses on the way home.\u00a0 Again, no one tried to save me.\u00a0 She really did take me home and treated me like a prince.<\/p>\n

I think she is going to be OK and fit in with me.\u00a0 I had a good time today except for the trailer rides. Bring it on!<\/p>\n

Lucy Star<\/p>\n

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Dear Tony and Jenny\u00a0 Vaught I’ve heard that you get to ride me and get me ready for my new Mom to ride.\u00a0 Well, bring it on! Mom told me today that one of the rules before anyone would ride me is: “Someone has to bounce a ball off my back” I’ve just got to tell you, “That was nothing!”\u00a0 I liked the ball.\u00a0 I liked following the ball. When I caught it, I tried to eat it.\u00a0 My mom and I followed the ball for quite a while before…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[89],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1675","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-country-franks-lucky-star"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1675","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1675"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1675\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1677,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1675\/revisions\/1677"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1675"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1675"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mofoxtrot.com\/viewpoint\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1675"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}