I found my way to the Sunshine from the Lone Star state, horse country I though. While it would be miss leading to claim status as a horseman, we did own a few in texas. I had a thoroughbred quarter mix, she was beautiful at 18 hands, blood burgundy, accented in black and down right psycho. If the wind blew in the next county, the four fanged horse eaters were after her and she was out the gate.

In retrospect, she was way more horse than I should have started with, but I was young, dumb.

I was quite surprised to find such a thriving equine community in florida. Mostly passos and arabs is what I remember, what flavor do you spoil? How many of them four hoofed children do you have?

When I was learning to ski in south La. we were dodging gators, it added a level of excitement to the activity.

I beg your pardon for any reference to Canis lupus familiaris, young or old, forgive my ignorance.