jessesdesertrose
Friday, December 23, 2011

Merry Everything!

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This year has not been a good year for many of us. The one thing we can always count on though... is our loving family and friends. To my lo...
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Friday, December 16, 2011

Viva Las Vegas!!!

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Yup...just got back from the NFR in Las Vegas, this was my 6th year running! This year however each of the 3 Amigos was under the weather. B...
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Saturday, December 10, 2011

MY HAPPY PLACE!

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I love my beautiful nieces! Although they are not all in this photo, and my daughter is to my left, my nieces have all grown up to be such l...
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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Pacific Crest Trail...(6th segment ridden)

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In my goal of riding as many segments of the PCT in a 20 year span I have just completed my 6th segment ridden! One of these 6 segments we h...
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Thursday, December 1, 2011

Trail Slut...and Proud of it!

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A few years back our Pony Cousins were trying to decide on a location to hold our yearly roundup weekend with our ponies. I had made a comme...
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Monday, November 28, 2011

Lizzy Rose's 1st Horsey Ride!

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Here Is Pupperoni's first ride on Jesse Pollin with MOMMY! OK...I was gonna save this for Christmas....but couldn't wait! (Ya...I...
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Monday, November 21, 2011

Once Bitten...

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Seems little Willie Mae Jane has been bitten by the HORSE FLY and her symptoms have become increasingly apparent to all! Poor little stic...
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The Desert Rose grew up loving horses and riding with her cousins although she never owned a horse of her own. At 35 her loving husband fullfilled her childhood dream of joining up with her fist horse, Major Special,barn name George. A Major Bonannza Son,George graced our lives for almost 9 years. Not ready to replace George but needing transition time, a little neglected, skinny, 2year old gelding named Jesse was leased. The Desert Rose told this baby not to call her mom....because he was not going to be the "one" to fill up the jagged hole George's death left in her heart. However this baby was a an old soul and it was not long before the greeting of a nicker...that grew to a loud whinny broke his way in to her broken heart. You join them 6 years later as they scout for new trails to blaze!
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