10-21-2007, 11:11 AM
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Well its not that impressive but my dad used to breed pacers. One of our boys was super intelligent. After a fire that ripped through the land where he used to be worked, our trainer used to take the horses to the local race track to work them every morning. The old boy, as we called him, used to paw every few seconds. We would get near the racetrack and he would start neighing loudly. The float was completely enclosed so we figured he wasnt using landmarks as a sign that we were near the track. We always said he was counting when he was pawing and he got to a certain number and would know we where there.
I don't know if it was true or not but it only ever happened when we were going to the track and its like he had his own way of knowing where we were going.
Might not be a memory thing but it made me think of him and what he did. He was a beautiful, funny old bugger. I sure do miss that old fella :)