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Meet Scooter

Scooter
     Hi, folks!  Meet Scooter.  He is a gorgeous little Arabian with a great personality.  He belongs to Katy Pistole.  When I first met him, he was standing loose in her front yard.  That caught my attention because horses don't usually hang out in the yard like pets.
     The second thing that I noticed is that he greeted me politely.  He didn't crowd into my personal space and turn my pockets inside out, but he also didn't turn away from me as if to say "oh, bother, another human.  I wonder what SHE wants."  And there was no fear in his eyes.  He just welcomed me.
     The third thing I noticed is that he can accomplish amazing feats with Katy.  His eyes are for her, and he obeys the slightest signal, apparently enjoying the games as much as she is.



I could watch them all day long!

 
Yes, this is what I want to do.  Look!  No bridle!  No reins!
 
 
So...meet Scooter: the gorgeous little Arabian with the great personality!


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