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Recently we posed this question to our 11,000-plus Trail Blazer Facebook fans:


WHAT IS THE SILLIEST THING


YOU HAVE EVER SEEN YOUR HORSE DO? We’ve done scary, and we’ve done funny, and now we’re tuning


in to see the silliest things horses do. Be sure to visit our Facebook page, become a fan, and join the fun. Each response selected will receive a one-year subscription to Trail Blazer.


JODI HOFFMAN: I had a TWH named Frisco, and one day I was put ing hoof dress- ing on his hooves and all of a sudden I heard one of my barn cats screaming like he was being tramped on. Now I’m down at Frisco’s feet and see no cat around until I looked over at Frisco’s head. He had the cat by the tail (in his mouth) about a foot off the ground. Cat was freaked but Frisco had a look like “Ain’t I cute and clever!” I said, “Frisco, let the cat go!” and he did. T e cat strolled off like noth- ing happened! It was a priceless moment and I ended up sit ing in the dirt wiping the tears from my eyes because I was laughing so hard!


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HOTROCK MILLER: Chico, my lit le Sicilian donkey, could not wait to meet the new, big, black mare. “Don’t let fear and com- mon sense hold you back,” I said as I opened the gate. Like a heat-seeking missile, he head- ed towards Sheba. Unimpressed by his for- ward manner, she air-mailed him across the corral. Twice. While Chico was checking his extremities to see if they were still properly


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at ached, I saw the lit le light above his head fl ash on. Ever so casually sauntering over to a lit le molly mule, he began moving her to- wards Sheba, all the while peeking around from behind to see how close they were get- ting. T en, the bulb above the molly mule popped on. She wanted no part of this train wreck! T ere stood Chico, defeated and for- saken. Eeyore would have looked absolutely giddy in comparison.


AMY O’SHAUGHNESSY: A friend of mine used to have a beautiful Morgan geld- ing named Sox. We do Old West reenacting and our friend brought that horse to an event. Another friend of mine had given me a cigar as a joke (biggest cigar I had ever seen—over one foot long and at least three inches wide or bigger). I had stuck it in a front shirt pocket. I went up to talk to my friend, who was sit ing on Sox. T e next thing I know Sox reached down and pulled the cigar out of my pocket. T e cigar was so big it was in proportion to the horse. Sox just stood there holding it in his mouth not chewing it or anything, with one hind hoof up completely relaxed. It


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