Animals are reliable, many full of love, true in their affections, predictable in their actions, grateful and loyal. Difficult standards for people to live up to. Alfred A. Montapert
Hmmm…and I thought that being called “nothing but an animal” was an insult. Maybe not!
I wanted to comment about the Catholic Confession thing. I am a weirdo, didn’t you know that? I don’t practice any kind of specific religion so I am in awe of all religion for the most part. I actually don’t think I agree with the whole premise of confession, but that is a whole other story. You mentioned what confession might/might not do to adolescent minds. I think I would have been terrified to go into a dark room with a priest to confess my sins. I think it might well have been traumatic. As an adult though, I like to experience many things, such as my first Catholic mass not to long ago. I would not be afraid to go to confession and I just have always wanted to go, well, just to know what it does feel like.
So, like I said, I am a weirdo.
No words… except “a manger scene” for some reason… ~love the pic~
is that pony a natural blonde?
Amen to that! I will go tell that to my wiener dog. She will probably wag and kiss in reaction.
I wanna go cuddle up to that pony…
Awww, what a lovely horse! So tender and tame. Almost looks like one you see in fairytales. Yes, I think that animals are pure and innocent, and humans have much to learn from them
That pony is beautiful…
My pets never cease to amaze me with how silly and sweet they are.
…beautiful pony, beautiful photo! MuSe
I think he’s missing his momma….sad face!
Some of my best friends are animals.
Oh that is so true! Lovely picture!
What a beautiful little creature! Yes, we would all be a little better off if we could learn from animals.
Growing up on a farm, we always had horses and ponies around. My Dad used to go out to Kansas City to buy wild horses off the range. He would bring them home, break them to halter and maybe saddle, or for work, then sell them to other farmers or take them into Chicago and sell them. In the early days, we kids would drive a buggy to school. Later, when my older siblings no longer went to the one-room school in country, I rode a horse and tied her out side the schoolhouse. Thanks for making me dredge up that memory.
Nice pic. I love finding people who post good pics. Thanks for swinging by my site.
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Hmmm…and I thought that being called “nothing but an animal” was an insult.
Maybe not!
I wanted to comment about the Catholic Confession thing. I am a weirdo, didn’t you know that? I don’t practice any kind of specific religion so I am in awe of all religion for the most part. I actually don’t think I agree with the whole premise of confession, but that is a whole other story. You mentioned what confession might/might not do to adolescent minds. I think I would have been terrified to go into a dark room with a priest to confess my sins. I think it might well have been traumatic. As an adult though, I like to experience many things, such as my first Catholic mass not to long ago. I would not be afraid to go to confession and I just have always wanted to go, well, just to know what it does feel like.
So, like I said, I am a weirdo.
No words… except “a manger scene” for some reason… ~love the pic~
is that pony a natural blonde?
Amen to that! I will go tell that to my wiener dog. She will probably wag and kiss in reaction.
I wanna go cuddle up to that pony…
Awww, what a lovely horse! So tender and tame. Almost looks like one you see in fairytales. Yes, I think that animals are pure and innocent, and humans have much to learn from them
That pony is beautiful…
My pets never cease to amaze me with how silly and sweet they are.
…beautiful pony, beautiful photo!
MuSe
I think he’s missing his momma….sad face!
Some of my best friends are animals.
Oh that is so true! Lovely picture!
What a beautiful little creature! Yes, we would all be a little better off if we could learn from animals.
Growing up on a farm, we always had horses and ponies around. My Dad used to go out to Kansas City to buy wild horses off the range. He would bring them home, break them to halter and maybe saddle, or for work, then sell them to other farmers or take them into Chicago and sell them. In the early days, we kids would drive a buggy to school. Later, when my older siblings no longer went to the one-room school in country, I rode a horse and tied her out side the schoolhouse. Thanks for making me dredge up that memory.
Nice pic. I love finding people who post good pics. Thanks for swinging by my site.