Post by Melissa on Jul 26, 2007 19:43:57 GMT -5
FS Waylay Attack's BC Turf Workout Thread.
"Are you out of your mind?" Jade questioned me as I contemplated entering Waylay in the Breeders' Cup Turf for a third year in the running. I sat up straight from where I was sitting in the barn office's chair. "No I am not out of my mind Jade, it's still up there." I said and shook my head with a smirk at the Canadian who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. She was one of the ones who thought it was crazy to consider running FS Waylay Attack to take a stab at defending his Turf title for the third time in a row. "What do you think he has to accomplish by running a third time Mella?" She then asked, dark eyes meeting my brown ones. "Well let's see, Way will be in more demand as a stud if he races and wins, among a million smaller things." I responded and with that pushed myself away from the chair and out of the barn office.
Heading down to the retired horses' barn I ran across Luna and Millie stretched out on stall doors. Luna was on MS Sequoia's door and Millie was lying on Folksong's. The bay nearly two year old filly had her nose resting lightly on Millie's fur. Setting out across the drive I bumped into Falsch and absentmindedly gave the Rottweiler a brief pat before continuing. Entering the well lit barn I gave a low whistle and nine horse's heads appeared over their stall doors. There was GS Gallant Prince, the talented black stallion who had won the Classic two Breeders' Cups ago. Beside him was Impossible Determination, who had finished second in the Twilight stakes but retired after a not so brilliant race career. My eyes travelled to the stall next to Imp. GS Brilliant Boo lived in that stall and the bay Smiles Boo son had his eyes brightly on me. "Heya Peron." I called softly to the bay TB cross stallion. Running my eyes over the stall door I saw that it was free of the stallion's teeth marks. With a nod of delight I knew the nasty tasting cover we had placed on his stall door had worked and he had given up his bad habit. Eye of The Storm was beside Peron and the grey Arabian stallion whinnied out happily, brown eyes peering out from underneath his forelock. The next to last stall on the left side was FS Waylay Attack's and as I neared I could hear the chestnut stallion rustling around the bedding. "Way." I spoke stopping at the champion's stall door and looking over to see the stallion's copper coat gleaming underneath the lights that filtered into the stall.
FS Waylay Attack spun around with a whicker, ears pricking toward my silhouette in the shadows of his stall door. Stepping forward the four year old Smarty Jones son ran his soft muzzle over my hands, his whiskers tickling slightly. Scratching up under the well muscled stallion's thick forelock my fingers traced over his faded white star. "How are you big man?" I murmured slightly fluffing up his forelock. Waylay answered with a thoaty nicker eyes bright as he continued his search for treats. I grinned softly and fished out a peppermint. Pulling off the wrapper I stuffed the wrapper back in my pocket before offering Waylay the peppermint. Crunching happily the chestnut bobbed his head up and down contently. With one final pat I slipped away avoiding LSS Gettysburg Hero's stall as the ill tempered Prince son. At four years old Hero would be up for limited stud soon, he hadn't even been bred to one of WB's mares yet. Waylay had only been to one Whitebrook owned mare, WB Star Attraction and she had foaled a chestnut colt named Air Express. Aero was now home in Japan doing basic race training.
Wandering across the aisle to where the retired mares occupied the stalls I let my eyes run down the line. They were all here. GS Infinitee, Struck By War, and Closing Time.
The chestnut Man O' War daughter gave a soft neigh, pricking her ears forward. Her five month old daughter was stretched out in the bedding beside her. "Hey Mags." I greeted the five year old Djerba granddaughter.
"Are you out of your mind?" Jade questioned me as I contemplated entering Waylay in the Breeders' Cup Turf for a third year in the running. I sat up straight from where I was sitting in the barn office's chair. "No I am not out of my mind Jade, it's still up there." I said and shook my head with a smirk at the Canadian who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest. She was one of the ones who thought it was crazy to consider running FS Waylay Attack to take a stab at defending his Turf title for the third time in a row. "What do you think he has to accomplish by running a third time Mella?" She then asked, dark eyes meeting my brown ones. "Well let's see, Way will be in more demand as a stud if he races and wins, among a million smaller things." I responded and with that pushed myself away from the chair and out of the barn office.
Heading down to the retired horses' barn I ran across Luna and Millie stretched out on stall doors. Luna was on MS Sequoia's door and Millie was lying on Folksong's. The bay nearly two year old filly had her nose resting lightly on Millie's fur. Setting out across the drive I bumped into Falsch and absentmindedly gave the Rottweiler a brief pat before continuing. Entering the well lit barn I gave a low whistle and nine horse's heads appeared over their stall doors. There was GS Gallant Prince, the talented black stallion who had won the Classic two Breeders' Cups ago. Beside him was Impossible Determination, who had finished second in the Twilight stakes but retired after a not so brilliant race career. My eyes travelled to the stall next to Imp. GS Brilliant Boo lived in that stall and the bay Smiles Boo son had his eyes brightly on me. "Heya Peron." I called softly to the bay TB cross stallion. Running my eyes over the stall door I saw that it was free of the stallion's teeth marks. With a nod of delight I knew the nasty tasting cover we had placed on his stall door had worked and he had given up his bad habit. Eye of The Storm was beside Peron and the grey Arabian stallion whinnied out happily, brown eyes peering out from underneath his forelock. The next to last stall on the left side was FS Waylay Attack's and as I neared I could hear the chestnut stallion rustling around the bedding. "Way." I spoke stopping at the champion's stall door and looking over to see the stallion's copper coat gleaming underneath the lights that filtered into the stall.
FS Waylay Attack spun around with a whicker, ears pricking toward my silhouette in the shadows of his stall door. Stepping forward the four year old Smarty Jones son ran his soft muzzle over my hands, his whiskers tickling slightly. Scratching up under the well muscled stallion's thick forelock my fingers traced over his faded white star. "How are you big man?" I murmured slightly fluffing up his forelock. Waylay answered with a thoaty nicker eyes bright as he continued his search for treats. I grinned softly and fished out a peppermint. Pulling off the wrapper I stuffed the wrapper back in my pocket before offering Waylay the peppermint. Crunching happily the chestnut bobbed his head up and down contently. With one final pat I slipped away avoiding LSS Gettysburg Hero's stall as the ill tempered Prince son. At four years old Hero would be up for limited stud soon, he hadn't even been bred to one of WB's mares yet. Waylay had only been to one Whitebrook owned mare, WB Star Attraction and she had foaled a chestnut colt named Air Express. Aero was now home in Japan doing basic race training.
Wandering across the aisle to where the retired mares occupied the stalls I let my eyes run down the line. They were all here. GS Infinitee, Struck By War, and Closing Time.
The chestnut Man O' War daughter gave a soft neigh, pricking her ears forward. Her five month old daughter was stretched out in the bedding beside her. "Hey Mags." I greeted the five year old Djerba granddaughter.
