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OK I think we need to hear from some of the GUYS some of the weird stuff they did!

When I was about six or seven, my first dog was a GSD, on the small side but tough.  My grandmother said that we could no longer afford to feed a dog and I was told that I had to give him up.  My grandmother who was raising me, said that the "old" lady down the street that all of us kids living used to call a witch, was willing to take him.  She was the only one on our street (an alley in Cincinnati called Pete st.), who had a fenced in yard.  To lessen the hurt I was feeling (I was crying a lot), my aunt took me to a local pet shop and purchased me a little painted turtle.  It was about the size of a half dollar coin.  As soon as I got home, I took the turtle down the street to show it to my best friend, my former dog "Blitzen".  I put the turtle in my hand and put my hand through the wrought iron fence he was now behind, to let him smell it.  In one quick motion, Blitzen snatched the turtle in his mouth and swallowed it.  It's funny now, but then it was devastating then.  I will never forget Blitzen nor that moment when he gulped down his replacement.  Funny thing is, I have GSD's all over my place now and my oldest son who resides in San Antonio has turtles all over his home, in aquariums.  That is what he is in to.  I don't think I have ever told him about Blitzen and my first turtle   :-)

Yeah fun memories!!  I had one of those glass cologne bottles, you know the ones shaped like a german shepherd in a sitting position, he was all of my barbie dolls protector!!  LOL  Too funny! 

I still have my Breyer horses from when I was a kid. I have a ton of them. But one of the coolest toys I had was a toy GSD called "Duke the Rescue Dog". He was cool as hell. His mouth opened so he could carry things like a basket or a rope and he came with a harness and a little sled for carrying his victims to safety. I loved that thing. I used to pretend he was Rin Tin TIn to my Barbies. Of course he was about the size of a Shetland pony to my dolls, but I didn't care. He was awesome.

ahhh Yes,  My mom still says...  "Give the girl a horse and a dog and she'll be content forever" 

" You can take the girl out of the country,  But you can't take the country out of the girl"

I too collected Breyer Horses,  My daughters now have them and of course they have ones that have been given to them over the Christmas's and Birthdays too.  I bet with all of them they are a good 400 strong at least.

Too much fun !  Good Memories  :-)

So... I am not the only one who played plastic horses as a child, eh? I had the rearing palomino stallion, the tortting buckskin mare, the Appaloosa standing noramlly, ditto the bay mare, and the trotting chestnut foal.

As a pre-schooler, I went through all my Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, Lone Ranger, and other Western Heros' "Little Golden Books" and branded every horse with my initials in crayon. I stared at the ones with saddles but no riders for hours, usually tied to "the old hitching post" imagining myself getting on them and gallloping away at once, despite only have been on a photographer's pony for a oicture one time in my short life. (NO, I am NOT going to post that picture here)

Funny, even after I got a real horse, I still played with the plastic ones.

Dog and horses....

Yes.

I had the grey rearing stallion, the palomino mare and a grazing bay foal, my barbies legs were all broken to let them ride the horses...my dad brought me this horse from Germany with a hair mane & tail, leather bridal & saddle, and when you put him on the floor, his head would bob up & down & he would walk along with stiff legs....I hated him because he was so ugly...but now I think he was probably pretty cool, but I loved the Breyer horses best...we had cats, & a wire hair fox terrier called Booby Bobby...that dog was nuts....I used to go to riding lessons, my parents would drop me off in the morning and pick me up after dark, I'd clean stalls, groom horses ,clean tack, whatever needed to be done, just so they wouldn't tell me to leave. They had GSDs, & I'd brush them & give them water when there wasn't anything 'horsey' to do....those were the days....jo

OK don't think this is too weird.....I honestly miss the smell of mucking out stalls!  There is nothing quite like the smell of a barn.  And I mean that in a good way.

I hear ya. Sure beats cleaning dog kennels.

As a journeyman jockey for 9 years, I always maintained that I was allergic to straw and hay, and that there wasn't a pitchfork manufactured that would ever fit these delicate-but-ever-so-talented hands, thereby avoiding stable maintenance for years on the track. There were ,of course occasions... like when our stable foreman was so hung over he couldn't get his butt off his cot, when I did do a retty impressive impression of a groom, cleaning 8-12 stalls in less than ninety minutes (read : "parlay, cut & cover," wouldn't want to be him the next morning) but both my boss, the Mexican illegals, and the excersize boy were SWORN to secrecy (read: bribes and/or blackmail).

Things changed a lot when I retired, bought a place with a barn and paddocks, and started taking in lay-ups (you break 'wm, I fix 'em, you break 'em again, they're "done". They do, in fact, make a pitchfork that fits my delicate, lilly white hands, and boy, can I use it!

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