This is Not My Yard...

I wish it were. I'd like to have a big ol' draft horse on my lawn.


And a goat named Willy in my barn.
You know who'd like those things even more than me?
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My girl. But at least she got to do the next best thing. She got to spend a week with them at Horse Camp.
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Not alone. Caty from New Zealand treated her to the whole week.
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Everyone got their own horse. Here is Marlo, Kiki's horse. It wasn't until a few days into Horse Camp that they told me Kiki was riding a horse with a disability. If Marlo falls asleep, he knocks himself out and falls flat on his face.
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I'm glad they waited to tell me that, because, I might have worried.
Marlo?
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Marlo!!
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This is Caty's horse, Maverick.
He stays awake. And stays standing as well. A sensible horse.
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Kiki, what happened? Did Marlo take a nap and give you a dusting?
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Caty is worse, what is going on here?!
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Oh, it's the candy game. The finale to Horse Camp Week. Little gummy bear candies drowning in a communal sea of powdered sugar.
I remember breathing in some powdered sugar off of a doughnut once. I cough just thinking about it.
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It's all over now. They'll wistfully wait until next year and another camp....
Narcoleptic horses and wheezable powdered sugar, can life get any better?
I submit that it cannot!
(name that comedian)