Ginger the racing pony

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  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
  8. Overall, the food here is very good.
  9. Inquiring minds want to know
  10. Housekeeping
  11. The new guy moves in
  12. Happy Vaccination Day
  13. Malfunctioning fly sheet edition
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  15. Dog Days of Summer
  16. Down and Dirty
  17. The Quiet One
  18. Forest Monsters
  19. When the Farrier Comes
  20. Mealtime manner
  21. Happy Hour
  22. A day in the life.
  23. The Walking Wounded
  24. Friends
  25. Ginger the racing pony
  26. Those Dangerous Cows and the Gate
  27. Drunken sailor and the pregnant lady
  28. How to eat hay 101
  29. Fly-free at last
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  31. Rainy days and dry stalls
  32. The dream galloping edition!
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  34. Water
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  37. It’s Taco Tuesday again!
  38. Facemask tug-of-war
  39. Hey, it is Taco here with an update!
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  41. What next?

Fall is here. I can feel it in the crisp evening air! It makes me feel young again. So young, in fact, that I have been enjoying some sprint races across the dry lot with my girl Ginger.

It isn’t really fair because she has to take four strides to my one, but she is 20 years younger so that has to count for something. I still beat her every time. She, however, can gallop all the way around the dry lot because she is so small, and that she does, bucking and farting (very unladylike behavior, if you ask me) the entire time.

I get to do my fair share of bucking too, but I never fart, that’s rude. After a few sprints back and forth I stand in the middle and egg Ginger on, tossing my head at her when she goes past me! It is funny to watch those little legs going as fast as they can.

After we are all done playing, we settle down and enjoy our hay. The other night while we were eating, she told me she was doing all that running so she could become a racehorse like me. I just laughed and laughed. Can you imagine her going down the stretch racing after the big girls?! Watch out Churchill Downs, here comes Ginger!

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