They called me the Cat Burglar

  1. It’s Taco Tuesday!
  2. Taco Tuesday special report
  3. Back in the day, I was a racehorse.
  4. To graze, or not to graze: that is the question
  5. It’s a miracle, I tell you, a miracle!
  6. The fine art of accepting treats from your human
  7. They called me the Cat Burglar
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  11. The new guy moves in
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  15. Dog Days of Summer
  16. Down and Dirty
  17. The Quiet One
  18. Forest Monsters
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  20. Mealtime manner
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  22. A day in the life.
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  24. Friends
  25. Ginger the racing pony
  26. Those Dangerous Cows and the Gate
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  28. How to eat hay 101
  29. Fly-free at last
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  40. Taco Tuesday – Foot abscess edition
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Now that I am fully retired, I have plenty of time to sit around and remember all the great times I have had. Like in 2011 when I flew around the cross-country course at a very cool place called Chatt Hills. 

It was the first-time my now mom, Stacy, and I jumped the fences with the white numbers on black background. It wasn’t my first time, but it was our first time together. I wanted to give her a good ride so we could do it more. It was April and I was at the top of my game. My last time out was right before winter set in and I got to fly around a thing my mom called a steeplechase course. This wasn’t your normal horse trial; it was really fun. Just run fast and jump the jumps.

So when we left the start box at Chatt Hills, I was all about jumping the jumps and running fast. I loved it. I saw those red and white flags and I was like a missile locked on its target. I never missed a fence, not once. I was ready when mom stepped on the gas pedal that day. I have to say, Mom was on it, she was urging me on like never before! And we were like a well-oiled machine.

I guess we ran so fast we got a speeding ticket for going over the time. I didn’t pay much attention to time, that was mom’s job, I just went as fast as she would let me. She did try to slow me down a little before some of the fences and sometimes I listened and sometimes I just said, Huh? What? Slow down? Now? – LEAP –WHEEE – it all worked out because I was like a cat. I always landed on my feet. In fact, they called me the Cat Burglar.

It was a great day… ”SIGH”

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