A visit to the Budweiser Clydesdale horses.

We live near a town where there is a fairly large Budweiser beer distributor, and a few weeks ago we had the opportunity to go there and see the Clydesdale horses.  Okay, first of all WOW.  They’re so beautiful!  The word my dad used was “majestic,” and I think that sums it up pretty good.  When we arrived about 9 a.m. they were getting their morning exercise of a long walk around the area in a field.  What’s so cool is that there is actually a man between the 2 horses in the photo below.  Can you see the man?  No?  That’s cause these horses are so HUGE! 

Here’s the Budweiser dalmation after their walk.  He tagged along behind them the whole way.  He was a cutie and came over to Summer and let her pet him.

Here’s another one where you can see how much taller they are than this man.  His head comes up to around the height of their mouths.  And these weren’t the biggest ones! 

They have beautiful stalls where they are kept.  They are covered in fabric and each horse’s name is embroidered at the top of the stall.  Embroidered!  When they came back from their walk, they each got a drink and then they were put back in their stalls.  Which, by the way, we were standing next to and when the horses walked by us it literally shook the ground like an earthquake under out feet.  It was awesome! 

Anyway, so THIS is the part of the trip where it got kind of interesting.  And I’ve been mulling it over in my head to try to think of a way I could tell this story without offending anybody that reads it, especially someone who may be a customer some day and get a bad first impression from this particular post on my blog, but I figure what the hell, ya can’t please everybody right?

So as we are standing there, me and my dad and step-mom and Summer looking at these horses all lined up in a row like the photo below getting a nice butt view while they’re eating their hay or whatever it was……..

when my 8-year-old daughter points to the horse directly in front of us and says to me, “Momma, what’s that pink thing sticking out of that horse’s wee-wee?”  I thought I was going to die.  My dad immediately cracks up, so I said, “Ask your Papaw.”  The look on his face was priceless, people.  Wish I’d gotten a photo of THAT.  Okay, so I am really not ready to have this conversation at this point in time, but I’m all about telling the truth to my kid and explaining things and all that crap (what am I thinking?) so I whisper to her that it’s his penis, his private parts.  We’ve discussed HUMAN private parts but not HORSES for crying out loud! 

I live in a very rural, farming type of county, but I’ve never had a horse, or ridden a horse (though I would love to do so), and haven’t been THIS close up to a horse before, so I can’t really explain to her why there’s this darker “thing” hanging down there which the pink penis is sticking out of and “Momma, how come that horse’s penis is sticking out farther than that one’s? And look, that one’s is shorter and that one’s is longer”  I don’t know, people!  What the hell is wrong with these horses anyway?  Um, is anybody else ready to go home now?  I think we’ve seen enough, if you know what I mean! 

I’m pretty sure I’ll be making a scrapbook page about that!