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March 11, 2007

“My Horse Shades, He Was A Good Horse” – jon wayne

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Colic grabs a horse and kills ‘em quick. Their insides get twisted up and they die. But what do you do with a dead horse, after you’re done crying over him? It’s a mighty big hole to dig, and a lot of uncooperative horse to move. So you call somebody with a truck and winch to come by and drag it out of the corral and haul it away. Sometimes that takes a day or two.
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That isn’t the victory sign, it is a peace sign, as in “Rest in Peace, Number Seven”.

4 Comments

  1. I almost recognize that hoss. Looks like Rubicon, but that can’t be true. Rubicon was ancient and toothless when I was the sheriff of that town. So that is some other horse whose final days were spent in a dusty paddock. I can say I never gave a horse moldy alfalfa. Looks like someone did.

    Comment by Oggy — March 12, 2007 @ 11:00 am

  2. What’s up with that dead horse’s arse? Is it prolapsed?

    Comment by Lyle_s — March 12, 2007 @ 6:34 pm

  3. This was cowboy bob’s horse. He stayed with it all night till it died. When I got there in the morning there was an empty six pack on an overturned water bucket. I pictured bob nursing those beers as he watched his old trail horse go down. It was sad.

    The arse has a little poop coming out. Maybe a little prolapsed too. That was gross.

    Comment by jon — March 12, 2007 @ 10:11 pm

  4. He still had his winter coat. I will weep for him. At least now he won’t have to worry about warmth.

    Comment by mercedes — March 18, 2007 @ 8:40 pm

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