Call me crazy, if you will, but this AM I tried to add a few WishListy things to my Froogle and found myself to be terribly dissapointed. Why? Well, it wont let me add a horse. Yeah, a horse. Those of you who may browse my meager listing ( Im sure I will come up with something else to put on there) will observe a dandy acrylic painting of a Friesian Horse named Jonah ( whynot? ). This is as close as Froogle would let me come to putting Jonah himself on my wishlist. I suppose its a bit extravagant to expect such allowances. One doesnt normally look at thier shopping list and see, Apples, Orange Juice, Toilet Paper, Friesian Horse, beef, and so forth. Sadly, there are people out there who Do have the resources to have such a list, but these sort of people dont keep lists per say, they have minions who have someone else keep the list and present it installed on a shiny blackberry delicately placed on a silver platter.
So yeah, I want a horse. Its a funny thing really, Ive never actually ridden a horse. When I was about 4-5 I rode a pony at Santa's village, but somehow being on top of a chained up pony going in a circle isnt really something you remember into your 20s. If it wasnt for the photographs, Id not know at all. And yet I want a horse. I keep telling H that I should go and ride one, as England is absolutely bursting with riding farms, so that I can at least find out if I actually will really hate it. That and the older I get, the more brittle my bones are. Falling hurts. So why a Friesian? Ah. Well its that or a Black Clydesdale, and those are even harder to come by. Friesian's are still pretty huge, would tower over me Im sure. Graceful, intelligent, charismatic beasts they are. They were used by armoured knights historically, because they are strong enough to handle
a man and his armour and weapons and still be able to run and turn swiftly. So I want one. Nur. My long term, extremely nothing more than a fantasy, goal is to move to Ireland, buy a Friesian and grow old happy. This will not happen, lol. The closest Im going to get is maybe going and riding one somewhere and probably falling off and at least dying happy. Its the little things that count.
So yeah, I want a horse. Its a funny thing really, Ive never actually ridden a horse. When I was about 4-5 I rode a pony at Santa's village, but somehow being on top of a chained up pony going in a circle isnt really something you remember into your 20s. If it wasnt for the photographs, Id not know at all. And yet I want a horse. I keep telling H that I should go and ride one, as England is absolutely bursting with riding farms, so that I can at least find out if I actually will really hate it. That and the older I get, the more brittle my bones are. Falling hurts. So why a Friesian? Ah. Well its that or a Black Clydesdale, and those are even harder to come by. Friesian's are still pretty huge, would tower over me Im sure. Graceful, intelligent, charismatic beasts they are. They were used by armoured knights historically, because they are strong enough to handle
a man and his armour and weapons and still be able to run and turn swiftly. So I want one. Nur. My long term, extremely nothing more than a fantasy, goal is to move to Ireland, buy a Friesian and grow old happy. This will not happen, lol. The closest Im going to get is maybe going and riding one somewhere and probably falling off and at least dying happy. Its the little things that count.
