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| LoupGarou (profile) wrote, on 6-14-2004 at 10:15pm | |
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| Today we went to a party up in the hills of Gilroy. A woman my mom works with threw it to celebrate completing their new house. They had been living in a trailer for five years and had been having it built. Their house was a light yellow color with a nice porch in front and a white door where a nice fancy glass window peered out from the middle. To the left was a spacious dog pen where two little terriers were hopping around along with a black dog that looked like a fatter duplicate of Shiva, Marilyn's dog. The husband of the woman who owned the house opened the door, and we stepped on to white tile. In the center of the room was actually a pond that was six feet deep. A small wooden bridge led over a narrow part of the pond. If you were standing on the bridge to your left was a waterfall that filled the pond. It then led in to the kitchen, where a black granite-topped island sat in the center and was surrounded by the rest of the counter. I think they had the most cabinets I had seen in a kitchen in my life, but it looked really nice, especially considering it was brand new. Altogether the house sat on 85 acres of land. They owned fifteen horses, many of them Clydesdales (the huge horses with the fuzzy feet) and a few miniatures (they were horses, but their heads went up to your waste). They also owned a small population of chickens and three cats, along with another rat terrier mutt that wandered around the property instead of being with the three others in the pen. The lady showed us the horses. They were all pretty huge, save the mini's, and most of them were really sweet. They got one of them from Disneyland and apparently another one of their horses had been in a movie series, though I'm not sure which one. Beautiful they were indeed, yup yup. There was this one named Molly who was part Clydesdale and part I forget. She'd follow you around so you would pet her. The really big ones, like the stallion they called Petey, were kind of intimidating. These things' hooves are about the size of your head, and you can imagine how tall they get; well he was one of the biggest ones, and he was nice and gentle, as all of them were, but we feared for our toes. He was pretty though. The fur around his hooves was white and his body was chesnut. His mane was a long black color, and he had dark eyes. Yush. The biggest horse though was an odd looking one. His name was Roofy or something, but the called him Woof or Goofy Woofy because he looked different. Not in a bad way. I thought it was kind of cool. He was "nineteen hands tall" and his body was speckled brown and white. One of his eyes were a shocking blue and the other was brown, which I thought was pretty cool. He was a mellow one for a guy so big (tee hee "mellow"). Anyway, enough about the horses. The woman's son, who is thirteen, rode down on his Quad, one of those four-wheeled dirt bike things. 'Twas cool indeedio! We hung out with him for the rest of the time. He was probably around 5'2" or 5'3" with tannish skin and blonde-brown hair and blue green eyes, though the whites of his eyes seemed a little pink, as if he might have been allergic to something. He has full lips for a boy, and it seemed that his voice hadn't really changed yet. A bit of a pervert and pretty sociable, he was a pretty good guy I guess, though I think Denise got irritated when he cussed (she is overly sensitive to cussing). The rat terrier mutt - I think his name was Oz ot Aus or something - was running up and down one of the hills, and David would throw stones down there for him to chase after, sometimes narrowly missing the dog. Unfortunately one time he rolled a stone down the hill and the dumb dog got in front of it to meet it and was smacked in the face with it. David went down to check on him and confirmed that the dog's nose was bleeding. He carried him back up the hill and told us to keep him there while he went and got a rag. The poor dog's mouth had blood in it, you could see it on his toungue, and you could see the spot just below the nose where he had gotten hit. I felt so bad for him. David came out and cleaned up the dog's face and the inside of its mouth with a dry rag, and even after that, if a stone was thrown, the dog was still rearing to play. We went in the garage, which was large enough to be a very small house, and sat on a giant green stagecoach they kept in there. We sat there for a while and all three of us talked about anything we really wanted to, switching from subject to subject at random. A little while afterward we headed down to one of the ponds they had on their property. The horses were walking around there. A little earlier some of them had been in the water swimming and eating the grass that grew underwater, so some of their hooves had mud on them. As we walked, David kept picking up old horse crap and throwing it by Denise to freak her out. I imagine he didn't do it to me because I didn't really have any reaction to it. We walked on past the ponds and up a hill to where he had a little platform built on the tree, rope swing, pulley, and all. We swung on the rope swing, if we could grab it from David, and played with the pulley a bit. We tried to hoist Denise up on the pulley, which nearly killed my hand. Needless to say, it didn't work. At that time I really hated wearing flip flops. They had no traction, and with all the brush lying around, there were bound to be ticks. When we tried to go back down the hill I felt like I was going to slip and fall flat on my butt. I felt like a helpless little prissy girl, and it took me forever to get down. We went into the house and had dinner, which was barbequed chicken and ribs, salmon, salad, some of my mom's cheese potatoes stuff, and corn on the cob. It was all really good. I went in the pen and played with the dogs a lot. One of the terriers with a red collar was named Stuart, and he would jump up on you and lick you. The female, Shivers, reminded me of a fox. Pretty doggy indeed. She was also pretty playful. Ironically, the Shiva look-alike was named Scooter (the name of my dog) and he was the lazy one. He didn't jump around, but preferred to just walked up to you and lean his head against your thigh and be competetive for attention. Stuart was also overly curious. You know, the kind of dogs that go sniffing where they probably shouldn't. One time when I was in the pen playing with the dogs, David was sitting on the Igloo doggy house right across from me talking and Denise was somewhere to the right of me. The dog was sniffing somewhere at the front of my shirt, and I was busy trying to listen to whatever David was saying instead of giving all of my attention to the dog. By that time was when I felt the dogs wet nose on my skin. I looked down to discover the dog had gotten two of the buttons to my shirt undone. They just happened to be the second closest button to the top and the one below that, which of course was right where my bra was -_-. David noticed and laughed at the dog and pulled him away saying "What are you doing Stewy? What are you doing you dumb dog?". So I had to turn away to rebutton my shirt. It was really embarrassing. A little later, we asked our mom if we could ride on the Quad. She said yes and Denise went first. She had to wear a red helmet that fit tightly on her head - a motorcycle helmet, basically. I waited for about fifteen minutes and watched them when they were inside. Then they came back and he asked if I wanted to ride. I said yeah so I put the helmet on and clumsily got behind him. I held on to the back of the Quad and he took off down the hill. I was afraid I was going to fall off at some points. He went to this narrow pathway of trampled brush and drove down that. There was a metal thingy in the middle that he expertly swerved to avoid, and I was scared I might cut my toes on it as we went past. When we got to the end of the pathway he turned around and went really fast back that way. It was really fun, but I still felt kind of unstable, and I was afraid I might suddenly feel like I was falling backwards and grab on to him, which would have been very awkward. He told me he was going a little bit faster for me than he did with my sister. Now that I think about it, that could be considered a complement or and insult. Either it means he thinks I can take it if we go faster, or he cares less if I fall off and die. Oh well ^_^. Twas cool indeed. |
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chuckitatthewall | 06-14-04 7:36pm WONDERFUL ENTRY! That sounded fun. That quad thing. ARE THOSE PEOPLE LOADED? Sounds like they are. I dont really know what to put. I enjoyed reading this. BYESTER |
LittleDamion | 06-14-04 10:39pm Very.... interesting.... *wants to see David*.... aw well!
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