@Angel I managed to find a slightly larger version of the one he adores so I know he's has no choice but to forgive me when I have to set up the new gadgets and possibly rearrange things lol
Yeah, generally, Wellbred horses here in the UK are kept within specific circles and a whole different budget. Alot of horses for public sale are generally pasture bred natives and crosses, it wasn't too long ago these were only worth a few hundred and anything not sold would often be on the lorry to france
my 5 year old humidity and temp reader for my bp tank stopped working (being cheap was my first mistake) so now I gotta wait 3-4 days for a replacement, good news is he's getting a new hide to replace the ugly plastic one on the cooler side
He stood up and hopped off the ledge and walked outside. He slide around to the back of the cave and pushed through some trees to where he knew there was a crystal clear pond that was great for swimming.
He grinned and jumped into the water without caring if his clothes got wet. He avoided wearing shoes when he could, so his feet were bare and the thin t-shirt and jeans he wore would dry quickly.
She giggled softly and took off her shirt and shorts her bra and underwear looked more like a swim suit she walked into the water and stood in the shallows.
Sage decided to swim around under the water for a few moments before coming back up to the surface. He thought about taking his shirt off, but it was already wet so he shrugged the thought of. Besides, he wasn't sure how Ellie would react to all the scars and he didn't want to worry her or anything.
He found a small water bug on the water and followed it around, watching it intently. He wasn't sure why, but it was a cool looking bug so why not follow it around. When it flew away, he swam back towards Ellie, and flipped his wet hair out of his eyes. It revealed a scar on his forehead that was normally hidden by his hair.
she lowered herself into the water when she saw the scar she gently touched his forehead to get a better look " what happened?" she asked him a bit worried.
He blinked and then shrugged. "It happened when I was young. I don't really remember what happened exactly. My dad was probably drunk and hit me or something. That's the best I can figure." He chuckled dryly. "He was drunk a lot. But it was almost safer that way. Easier to run."