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Subject: A stunning dappled filly is lead to the track... Author: Allie [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 06:53:31 04/02/01 Mon She smiles and stretches her legs. She takes off the wraps and sets them on the side. *Hmm, lets try turf. See how you do on that.* She smiles and mounts. She trots to the track, keeping Lady under control. She pats her and trots around a bit then a brisk canter. She makes her walk as she had picked up the wrong lead. Again they canter though it is a beautiful left lead. She smiles as they canter to the gates. Allie walks her as they are loaded. Lady is tensing and apparently can't wait to run. Allie crouches as the bell rings and they bolt out. Flying down the track they go the inside. Allie smiles *Perfect* She yells to Lady. They fly down the track with ease. Allie still holding her back. 4 Furlongs, she lets her have her head at the final turn Lady darts in the middle of the imaginary pack. Allie lightly uses the crop as she crouches closer to the mare. They fly under the track, a beautiful job done. Allie slows her to a walk and walks around. She hops off and pats the mare. *Great job, soon enough girl, we are gonna be champs. We just need the races.* She smiles and untacks her. She hands her to a stable hand as she walks her out. Allie gets her back as she is cooled down and leads her to the mare barn... [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]