[Ongoing] Random Theme Challenge
Chase looks at the security footage and sighs calling Allie in. "We have an issue!"
Allie walks into the office pushing her hair out of her face. "You find out who tore our barn to pieces? I have not seen this kind of damage by a coon or possum before"
He looks at her unamused before looking back at his computer with a glare "I am going to geld that spotted rat of yours. He prances around here after we close the barn like he owns the place."
Allie tilts her head some "We have six spotted butts around here you could threaten to geld. Who could possibly get out?"
Chase growls some "That spotted butt you just had to have. You know the one. The rat who hates everyone but you and thinks he is the boss"
She watches him with amusement "Well that could be Max, Dandy, Prince or King. Take your choice."
He prints out the photo for her "Buy a new lock for his stall door. A floor lock as well as a top lock. Or I'll change our entire barn to accommodate him."
She takes the photo and laughs. "Yes Prince is the boss around here. At least he did not breed your sweet mare." She laughs again walking out tisking to the stallion in his stall across the way
Chase however starts looking at new stall designs. muttering about how maybe a cage stall would suit the spotted rat better.
You may think you're the one in charge here... but it's just an illusion. Just an illusion.
A few days ago the night was so warm so all our horses were in the pasture. Unfortunately, at some point, a thief wanted to steal one of our mares.Luckily, he chose the leader of the pack.Moments later, she overtook the thief from the pasture and showed him who is the boss.
“At Agizmo, I'm the puurfect boss around here!"
Baby’s song - always loved…never forgotten…forever missed… ♥♥♥
"Rachel, we really need a better means of testing new horses than just throwing Meredith on their back and seeing how she gets on."
"She seems to enjoy it, and I'd rather her daredevil sessions were supervised than she takes it out on the cross country course."
The chain of command at Vanaheim is a little strange. To an outsider, it's clear that Rachel is the boss and matriarch of the yard, but some might consider the dressage lead, Aaron Smith to be her right hand man, but in fact, it's Meredith 'Merry' Deacon, who never feels quite alive unless she's flirting with death.
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Thank you to everyone who entered this theme, it was great fun to go through and see them. To those who haven't entered before, I'll send the participation markings kindly made by @Thea-Radmer to you over the weekend.So with The Boss themed all wrapped up, here we go again with the new theme running from 4th - 31st July This has been extended by a week due to the forum downtime.and the theme is... Beach Vibes
If anyone is struggling with ideas or specific content for your idea, just post in the chatter thread. Otherwise, I hope you guys have fun coming up with wonderful summer beach / ocean pictures for this theme!
Living by the sea sure does have it's perks. It's relaxing, beautiful, good for your health, and who can resist a nice bareback canter on a beach? Just remember to bring a lot of sunscreen and to stay hydrated!
"We never should have bred Kalishka. That filly is even worse than her mother!" Merry muttered under her breath as she hauled herself out of the water, soaking wet, pushing the hair out of her eyes and watching the rapidly departing hindquarters of her prize mare's first offspring and yelling after her: "I swear, Coralis, when I catch up with you, you're doing dressage under Ray for the rest of the season! No eventing, no water, no jumping at all! See how you like that!"
Anna had always felt that Iceland was her true home. The land of Ice and Fire had captivated her long ago and since has stolen her heart. She never felt more alive than tölting among the beaches of black sand, rough wind and chilled water.
ABRC Wistula & Siri and Birkebei Vianna & Vivienne
Waverly and ABRC Mobby Morgis
BEACH VIBES, when equestrians have fun
Blu Blanc Rouge LX
Avoca Valkyrie CO
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There's 2 hour drive to the nearest beach? No thanks! We'll rather spend our day by the pool, keeping cool. We're so lucky that one of our girls just bought this gorgeous house with an in-ground pool! It's hot and sweaty working with, and caring for horses all day, a pool would feel amazing!Before they could jump in, the girls needed proper pool attire to get them ready. They took a quick look online to see what store would have what they were looking for. These suits had to best represent each girl as an individual.
So many to choose from! Bikini tops and bottoms, or one piece swimsuits. 👙 Once found what they were looking for, it was on!
Waverly sporting her favorite fruit bikini and her favorite desert floating , she's really looking more like a snack today, than she ever has.
Catching some rays, and getting some color! Our legs don't usually see the sun, since we're always wearing pants. We're sorry for the blinding whiteness!
Eden looking pretty sweet here! Donut fall for it though!
Well you can't make everyone get in the water. And really, who's mad that a little girl is reading?
The waves seemed to sleep when they visited the small strip of beach each evening; a long stretch of darkness reaching out to the horizon filled with glistening stars and the promise of peace as she would write in her notebook, vaguely paying attention to the click of his camera beside her. It was their nightly ritual to walk down and sit on the beach; both lost and content in their own worlds to watch the world drift by until she shivered under the pressing night breeze.
Other times, she would walk down during the sunrise dragging Ayse along with her; two best friends sitting on the cold clumpy sand reminiscing about the sparkling blue ocean back home in Turkey; nothing compared to the darker water that surrounded them here, but both still listening contently to the soft murmurs of the water crashing against the mossy rocks. Benedict would join them occasionally on their day trips, usually to reward one of his few horses for not throwing him off in the arena. He would often try and encourage Demet to ride alongside but she was too happy dancing in the sand, throwing her arms into the salty air and letting her bare feet sink into the cool water.
When Emre had joined their little band of misfits at the farm, Ayse had been insistent on inviting him on their trips down to the beach - it would help him fit in, she was sure of it. He'd eventually relented after the fourth invitation and watched with amusement as the two girls skipped and jogged ahead, eager to reunite with the vast space just past the cluster of rugged cliffs whilst Benedict rode next to him, muttering and wincing every time Demet would trip on a loose stone in the path or wade too far out into the ocean.
Featuring Demet Valentini (right),Ayse Merenlaine (left), Benedict Rosella riding Foxberry's Jabari (right) and Emre Lacroix riding Charientism AT (left).
Alexa la Coupe
MONTEREY, CA —
Something always lured Wren and Nora to the sea.
It’s why they opted out of spending their afternoon at the Monterey Bay Aquarium with Adeline and Irene. From there, McAbee Beach was only a five minutes’ walk. That strip of sand and stone, a rocky paradise of its own, yawned through tourists’ chatter in the shadows of Cannery Row’s restaurants and shops above. But Wren and Nora did not spend their afternoon at McAbee Beach, either. The teens elected to visit Lovers Point Beach for adventure’s sake, embarking on a trip five times as long and in the opposite direction of Cannery Row. Salt imbued the air, just subtly enough to revive memories of other beaches and salted airs. Sand crabs and sandcastles bloomed in Wren and Nora’s minds, which sparkled in the rose gold blush of nostalgia.
A jetty divided the beach in half. The northmost half sat free from the towels and umbrellas that dotted the other half of the beach, which breathed children’s laughter and sand castles. In the midsummer stillness, the air smelled of warm salt and dusty sand. The sea was an azure mirror that glittered beyond the shore and swallowed the sky. Wren and Nora could feel a bit of brine on their tongues and in the back of their throats as they breathed, and the ocean from which it came murmured as its waves kissed the sand and retreated. The rhythm of life and laughter slowed to match the tumble of the sea, but that never stopped the seagulls from their shenanigans.
No blanket, no lunch (thus no seagull shenanigans); Wren and Nora sat on the bare sand. The regret of unpreparedness sank into them with every grain of sand that clung to their sunscreened legs but they drowned it out. They lamented over band camp and trivial things and chattered in the sun’s warmth. Their eyes glittered with mirth as the ocean did in the high afternoon sun.
Waves washed the sand and the rest of the afternoon away as the tide rolled in closer, threatening the girls’ toes. Sunburn tinged their shoulders pink, seaspray salted their lips, laughter filled their bellies. Clouds’ long shadows stretched on their sandy canvas below as the sky turned to copper, like the inside of a seashell, and the sun was a ripe lemon over the horizon. Seagulls still squeaked in the sky. Adeline and Irene finished their escapades at the aquarium and too journeyed to Lovers Point, but the beach belonged to Wren and Nora.