White Rock Stables

Liz, this is for you.  As a child/preteen Liz had a fascination with horses that resulted in daily trips to WRS.  One such trip resulted in a small finder bender.  I remember being in the kitchen when mom took the call from Dad saying that he'd hit someone in the stables parking lot or he'd been hit.  The scene in the kitchen wasn't pretty.  There were no cell phones then; I assume Dad drove to Duncan's Liquor to make the call.  Anyway....

I have been taking Edie to WRS every Sunday morning while William naps, for about a month now.  It's a beautiful place in the heart of Dallas.  It's completely surrounded by trees so you feel like you're in the country.  Not only is it full of horses, tractors, dirt, pebbles, and all kinds of things that Edie likes.  It's also full (and mean full) of the goofiest animal on god's green earth---the peacock.  Oh, and in case you didn't know, we're in the middle peacock mating season.  I'm serious. 

Edie's dailouge the entire time: "Dow, da, doe, doe, doe."

Lot's of this.

And this.  

"Doe, doe, doe."

"Doe."

The funny thing about kids is that if you don't show any fear then they don't know to be scared.  I picked up some hay off the ground and fed a horse.  When I turned around Edie was feeding a horse.  She wasn't timid at all.  In fact if the horse took a little too long to take the hay from her she would start to get mad.

 Later that day....

Edie doesn't stop moving.  Ever. It's amazing that I got this shot because she laid there for only .25 seconds.