Some of you may know what I mean when I say that I am married to "a" character. Others may look on in amazement. But my hubby came from a long history of characters, he being one (at least that's how I see him). He is best described as a country boy. There is nothing really "amazing" about being a country boy, but to me he redefines the term. Let's start with a shetland pony named "Whistle Britches". Now Whistle Britches would show up at the livestock auction QUITE often, and one day Papa G decided to ask the original owner, how come this horse keeps coming back up for auction. The man told him that the horse was TOO MEAN and nobody would keep him for more than a few days, he had already injured several children. Papa G (a character in his own right) told the man "I'll take him"...with two rambunctious boys he felt like the horse would keep them busy and out of his hair.
Needless to say the boys fell in love with the horse; but Whistle Britches had other ideas. Keeping up the same antics that would lead him back to the livestock auction may have worked before, but he had never encountered anything like the Butler boys. His biting and kicking had no affect on these fellas. They would just grab him around the neck and wrestle him to the ground, just like on the WWF (World Wrestling Federation). None of the other little boys would even attempt to ride him for fear of ending up in the pond. But not my country boy, he thought that was FUN!!
One day he rode the horse to ball practice and when he turned his back, Whistle Britches took a big "bite" out of his shoulder blade. Without missing a lick my country boy turned around and beaned him right between the eyes, grabbed him around the neck, and down to the ground they went (WWF style). Needless to say, once the dust settled, the whistle had been knocked out of those britches, and my country boy rode off into the sunset singing Happy Trails To You!! Now That My Friends Is A Character!!
Needless to say the boys fell in love with the horse; but Whistle Britches had other ideas. Keeping up the same antics that would lead him back to the livestock auction may have worked before, but he had never encountered anything like the Butler boys. His biting and kicking had no affect on these fellas. They would just grab him around the neck and wrestle him to the ground, just like on the WWF (World Wrestling Federation). None of the other little boys would even attempt to ride him for fear of ending up in the pond. But not my country boy, he thought that was FUN!!
One day he rode the horse to ball practice and when he turned his back, Whistle Britches took a big "bite" out of his shoulder blade. Without missing a lick my country boy turned around and beaned him right between the eyes, grabbed him around the neck, and down to the ground they went (WWF style). Needless to say, once the dust settled, the whistle had been knocked out of those britches, and my country boy rode off into the sunset singing Happy Trails To You!! Now That My Friends Is A Character!!
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