An Ordinary Ride

The sleek, young, male Doberman Pinscher caught up with the incredibly handsome, rose grey Arabian gelding - aptly named Panache - and the scrawny old man on a back road leading to the mountain. Amigo had been banned from going out with the riders after he jumped into an old swimming pool and seized a white goose in his fangs. The husband of the place didn't know whether it was Jake or Jacques since they were his wife's pet geese but he was damn sure going to shoot Amigo next time he came onto the property. It was too far to take him back so the trio continued to the woodland trails. There Amigo sought something that would run from him while pissing on everything which was stationary and over two feet high. Panache looked for something green to eat while flinching at every sound and movement around him. The scrawny old man in a high falsetto voice impersonated a young wench saying to him over and over again "You beeg manly brutee, I geeve myself to you" to the accompaniment of suitable images. Occasionally the dog burst out of the bushes and the horse skittered six arabesques sideways and the old man threatened that he was gonna get a Quarter Horse if he didn't stop acting like an arab! 

Three sets of ears perked up at the sound of voices ahead. Rounding a bend, they saw two lovely ladies who pulled their mountain bikes over so the trio could pass. Amigo sniffed eagerly hoping they bore doggy treats; Panache desperately hoped they could control their formidable mountain bikes; the old man checked the fit of their outfits. As the trio passed them and turned an immediate corner they heard one girl say to the other "Wasn't he perfectly GORGEOUS!!" ? Amigo wagged his tail and grinned widely over his shoulder. Panache arched his neck and tail, jigging a few steps. The scrawny old man's face felt hot; just like always he thought, silly things just won't learn. 

Faintly but distinctly, they heard "I think he was a pure Arab!!".

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