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Now *THIS* is Riding

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First and foremost – bullfighting sucks. I don’t condone it. I can understand why people might be interested in it, but you could manage the same thrills, excitement and competition without harpooning the bull and slitting throats and whatnot. Why not use the velcro system? Why not make it all about touching the bull, kind of like an Indian counting coup?

So, yeah. Bullfighting sucks. This video shows some of it, so if it bothers you, you might not want to watch it.

That said – holy crap. WOW. I didn’t even know horses could move like this.

I don’t know who the trainer is from 5 -19 seconds, but WOW. I’d like to be able to sit/train/ride a horse like that. And…just…. wow.

The horse’s name is Merlin, and he’s 7/8 Lusitano, 1/8 Quarter Horse… and he can canter (gallop?) at a sidepass. I didn’t even know horses could do that. This is like watching some strange, hybrid version of cutting/dressage on steroids.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go hit play again.

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It’s only a little over a mile from my house to the beach, but some days that mile seems to last forever.

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“”Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“NO.” <–me, annoyed at answering the same question and changing my answer.

“GO BEACH?!” <– The DragonMonkey, sounding incredibly distraught.

“Yes.”

“GO BEACH?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“Yes.”

“Go beach?”

“No.” (what can I say? It gets boring saying the same thing 300 million times in a row.)

“GO BEACH?!?!?!?!GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH?GO BEACH? GO BE–“

“YES!” I interrupt. “WE ARE GOING TO THE BEACH. I HAVE SAID NOTHING BUT YES SINCE WE GOT IN THIS CAR. I HAVE SAID YES. I HAVE SAID NO. I HAVE IGNORED YOU. I HAVE ANSWERED YOU. YOU SEE THAT WE ARE ON THE WAY TO THE BEACH. WHY DO YOU KEEP ASKING?“

Silence.

“Go beach?”

And then once we do get there…

Run! Run! Hahahahahahhahahaha! Run! Run! Run! Run! Hahahahahahaha! Run!

Trip. Fall.

Wait.

OMG. Sand. OMG. He has SAND. SAAAND. On his hands! SAND! Wash. Wash them repeatedly! Holy crap, another tiny speck of sand!

“MEEESS! MEESSSS! MESS! MESS! MESS! MESS!”

He flaps his hands frantically at me, wails tinged with hysteria. His face reddens as he tilts on the edge of a complete breakdown.

Meanwhile, The Squidgelet smiles up at me placidly from the Ergo, patiently waiting for me to notice his smile so he can grin even wider.



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