KIPEDEEEEE DO DAH............

My friend Gail owns two horses she does not ride. Kip belonged to her dear departed husband Gil. Gil died this month last year. I miss him and his gentle ways with his fruit cake horse.
I rode Kip today, Kip just had lazer surgery on his "bad" eye. We contribute most of Kip's fruit cake behavior on this bad eye (we hope that is the problem). This would be the second surgery on this eye and my friend Becky, who is Kip's trainer informed Gail that this horse would NOT becoming home until ALL meds were done.
When Gail came to pick up Kip, she found 5 people trying to hold Kip down to tranq. him to GIVE him the meds he needed. Now mind you, if Kip gets too freaked out, he PASSES out.
Kip is a fruit cake from the word go. He freaks at his own shadow.
Why do I ride him?
Because he loves to work.
I can sit back and relax (almost) and this horse puts the energizer bunny to shame.
I rode him today after he already had a good work out and you'd swear he had not been out all day (or all week). This horse was rare'n to go. Sure there were a few hairy moments when I had to remind him to pay attendsion to me and not what was going on outside the arena.
There are countless times I've wondered "why the fuck am I riding this horse?" And then Kip pulls through, showing me he's not so fucked in the head. He'll do anything for a nutter butter cookie and he loves when Gail plays the answering machine with Gil's voice on it.
I can't wait to get that horse between my thighs tomorrow...............