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| My son Bobby, 13, learns the fine art of grooming on Twilight |
Nothing makes me happier then horse time with my son, except that is of course horse time with my daughter.
Bobby confirmed this evening that he will be my groom for the Prix. The thought of it makes me inexlicably happy for some reason.
He should be plenty strong and capable by then, no doubt with years of practice and training under his belt.
I hope to make a rider out of him too.
"Grooms have to know how to ride," I explain, "to warm up and cool down the horses for their riders," he nodded in agreement as if to say “no problem Mom, piece of cake.”
Ignorance seems to run in the family.
But you know what they say - ignorance is bliss.
Bobby confirmed this evening that he will be my groom for the Prix. The thought of it makes me inexlicably happy for some reason.
He should be plenty strong and capable by then, no doubt with years of practice and training under his belt.
I hope to make a rider out of him too.
"Grooms have to know how to ride," I explain, "to warm up and cool down the horses for their riders," he nodded in agreement as if to say “no problem Mom, piece of cake.”
Ignorance seems to run in the family.
But you know what they say - ignorance is bliss.
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