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Hey folks … Thanks go out to everyone for all the prayers and kind wishes, and even for a couple of extremely funny comments – although makin an old man laugh that hard right after surgery could be dangerous, might bust a stitch :-) – they held …

And no Berry, Diablo lives on … in green pastures along with three very pretty girlfriends - if you’re partial to the four legged kind (and he is).  At least once a month for the last five years, I’ve threatened to make dog food out of him, because that’s about how often he’s thrown me – and then tried to stomp me.  But ends up I just couldn’t do it, I can’t even sell him … he’s just got too much spirit. 

My wife says we’re just alike – only she uses ‘mean streak’ and ‘bull-headed’ to describe us  him.  Could be right I guess, she’s the one that named him Diablo after watching him throw and then try to stomp me every time I tried to ride him those first few months.  She was of the opinion that one of us would eventually kill the other one … and reminded me of it every time I came limping back to the house.  Eventually she even stopped asking me if I’d wrecked my bike - just seemed to know it was the horse … again.
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