Things you wish you could say

"I have two good knees" was in the "I wish I could say" category. Truthfully, I have a bad knee and a worser knee and neither of them is speaking to me today.
I SO understand. I miss the days when I could call my knees "left and right," instead of "bad and worse!"
 
Yeah, first time I made it I had to stop myself from eating the whole loaf. My previous attempts at baking also didn't go so well so when I saw how amazing it looked and tasted I was stoked. I also figured it'd be dense since the videos I watched on medieval bread said that their loaves were denser than ours today and since white flour was very expensive until fairly recently I figured that'd extend to a 100% whole wheat loaf too
Wish I could say I had the yummy bread you're talking about. With butter on it.
 
I wish I could say that I had the chance to say goodbye to the goodest boi a young lady could grow up with - DD's Joey. There wasn't time to get there, but he was in good, loving hands. We don't have a foaling date on him (he was a killpen rescue many, many years ago) but our vet put him at nearly 40!

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So sorry. He looks gorgeous and sounds like he had a lovely life once he met you and your family.
So long Joey. Canter free.
:hugs :hugs
 
I'm so sorry. He was beautiful, and looked like he had a fun personality.
Thank you. He was personality plus. Our Joey was a stinker in the best possible way!

EDIT to Add: The tongue-out picture was part of DD's jr. prom night. Joey was spot on (pun intended!) We didn't think much of her date, either!
 
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So sorry. He looks gorgeous and sounds like he had a lovely life once he met you and your family.
So long Joey. Canter free.
:hugs :hugs
Thank You!
I wish I could say that I knew his full story.

From what we were told, Joey started out as a polo pony. When he went lame, rather than give him the rest he needed to recover, he was sent to auction, where he ended up in a kill-buyer's pen. He was pulled and rehabbed, by a local stable where he was a lesson pony for years.

That's where he and DD met - and the connection was instantaneous. For anyone else, Joey was a lazybones, but he'd do anything DD asked of him, becoming the lively athlete we know he once was. They were definitely "A Thing!" When the old injury cropped up again, the stable sold him to us. Six months of good farrier work got him up off his heels (and officially bumped him to 14.2) and the lameness disappeared for good!

Joey's been part of the family ever since. I'll never forget the night we surprised her with him. We faked an emergency with DS's mare and DD went out to help ... and standing there in the headlights was her Joey. Without a word, she went straight to him, put her arms around his neck and buried her face in his mane. They stood like that for a very long time and I swear he hugged her back.

That night, as I tucked her in, she turned to me teary-eyed and said, "I can't believe Joey's really at Aunt D's and he's really mine!"
It's one of those crystal clear moments that will live in my heart until the day I die!
 

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