Friday, 20 April 2012
R is for Raise a Native (horse diaries)
Ever since this A to z challenge started, Titch has been agitating for his turn. B for Beautiful? A for Adorable (hm)? Even H for Horse? But I had to explain, yet again, that not everything is about him.
Titch: How about my grandfather. Raise a - Raise a - Raise a something-or-other?
Me: For someone who loves name-dropping, and has only one name to drop, you really are hopeless. You can't even remember the one name!
Titch (sulking): Well, I am only a horse.
Me: You said it.
So today, R is for Raise a Native, undefeated winning racehorse, who lived from 1961 - 1988, sired 74 winners, and was much celebrated. He was American, and Titch was born in America (you can still detect a faint American twang when he whinnies). Titch is immensely proud of him (let's face it; he doesn't have a lot else to be proud of). Above is a photo of R a N and the grave where he is buried. Titch is mightily impressed with the grave.
Titch: can I be buried in a flower bed when I die?
Me (how can I put this tactfully?): No.
Titch: But I won races!
Me: You won ONE race. And would you care to tell me what happened in your last two races?
Ticth: Can't remember.
Me: Well, let me remind you. You were pulled up in one, and in the other, you unseated your rider.
Me: Yes. Oh.
Titch: So no flower bed?
Me: Afraid not.
Titch: Carrots, then?
I think I could run to a couple of carrots on Titch's grave. When the time comes.