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7/12/09, Franklin, IN - Hi, my name is Bob (the horse) You spell that B O B. Some folks say I’m a little slow, but they’re wrong. I’m really as sharp as a tack that I just stepped on. You see, I’m the cornerstone of the wagon team. I’m the big guy on the left. My brother Bill (he’s the little guy shown below), well, he’s the leader, but I’m the rock. Now, Bill likes being the leader and he should be. I’m not going to begrudge him that. He has worked hard to get where he’s at. Bill is kind of like the Obama of the horse world. But somebody has to be the rock, and that’s me.
Today we’re taking a day off! What a day, what a place! I tell you old Bob (the teamster) he sure sure can pick ‘em. Dee - lux accommodations I tell ‘yah, kind of like a Ritz Carlton for horses. First, we got big stalls we can go in and out of. Then, we got this wonderful mineral block (in a wooden bowl). Then, there’s this great automatic watering device that fills up just like a toilet bowl (it’s almost enough to make a horse want to be a dog). Outside, there’s tons of sweet, green grass. Now here’s the best part: the owner of this place brings us special treats like barley and ground corn with oats - yum! And to top it off, he grabs a brush and really gives us a rub down.
Now, in order to compose this blog, I had to promise Bob the Teamster that I wouldn’t rub any more on the side of the wagon at lunchtime. I don’t know why he’s always yelling at me for that. I only shake the wagon a little bit, and I’ve hardly touched the paint.
I tell yah, it can be tough being the ‘Ol Solid Rock on the wagon crew!
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