Still Waiting...

It has been five weeks since I submitted the evidence to Guinness, so I sent them an inquiry to see if they could give me some sort of status update. They replied that they are experiencing an unusual amount of claims this summer and mine should be reviewed shortly.

In the meantime, we have had several days of rain, which means Remington and the other horses have been confined to their rooms. Because of the massive amount of mud, we just don't want them slipping and sliding all over the pasture, and possibly hurting themselves, so they have to stay inside until the ground dries.

It looks like the rain has cleared out of the area, so since we can't let them out, it's probably time to take them for a walk to stretch their legs. It's pretty funny to see dogs out in their yards barking like crazy at the big guys walking down the street, and most especially when they see Remi. I can just imagine they are thinking "Big dog, ooh ooh ooh, that's a big dog".

The neighbors are pretty used to seeing them now and again, but no matter how many times they see Remington, they always say, "he's so huge". And Remington always wants to know if they have any snacks for him. He doesn't care if it's time for trick or treating because it's always treat time for Remington. Or, at least he thinks so.

Once the ground dries and we open their gates, there's always a lot of bucking and kicking up their hind legs going on. It's funny to watch them take off and have fun. We'll usually watch for a little while, because most definitely Remi will lead the herd in a good roll on the ground. Down he'll go, rolling from side to side, and finally rolling all the way over. Then up he comes for a good shake and back to the hay he goes. I may have to take the camera and see if I can capture the moment for all of you.

Rest assured, that I will post the results from Guinness as soon as I hear from them. It's got to be soon, don't you think? I hope so anyway.

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Naughty Remi

Remington is taking the lazy days of summer pretty seriously. He shuffles around the pasture pulling out the occasional weed, shaking it around and finally spitting it out because it doesn't taste good. When that game is no longer any fun, he'll wander over to the barn to get in our way while we try to do our chores.

The other day was shoeing day and Remi goes first because he takes the most time. He usually stands very well and behaves himself for the farrier, but this time, he decided it wasn't going to be that way.

The horses get shod in the carport, which is right outside the computer room. While I was working, I kept hearing, "REMINGTON, behave". So, outside I went to investigate the situation and Derek, our farrier told me that Remi decided it was "The Day" to keep leaning on him and was not cooperating. I guess he felt it was to much work to stand up straight. Hmmm, sound familiar? Remember he didn't want to stand up straight for his first world record measuring?

I told Remi to behave or he wouldn't get his after shoeing peppermints and back inside I went. I barely sat back down when I heard "HEY NOW!" which means he's up to mischief again! Back out I went and Derek had Remi's front foot on the pedestal and was trying to get him to put it down. Nuh, uh, Remi wasn't budging. Wee, this is fun! He tugged on his feathers a couple of times and Remi finally let his foot down.

He was being pretty naughty alright. Thank goodness we have a very patient farrier who adores Remipup, or we might be searching the want ads for a new one. I really have to wonder sometimes, what goes through my boy's mind. He's such a sweet boy, but he does have his moments and even though he was misbehaving, I gave him a peppermint anyway. I just can't help myself.

Yesterday, Derek brought us some hay, and Remi went over to him and put his head down for a good ear scratch and I bet he nickered he was sorry. Derek gave him a big hug and all was forgiven. We'll see if he goes back to being a good boy for his next shoeing. One just never knows when it comes to Remipup.

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Still Waiting For Word

It's been three weeks since Guinness received the materials on Remington's world record attempt and so far we still haven't heard anything. Their email to me said it would take up to 8 weeks and I have been faithfully watching my email every day, several times a day hoping to see the good news.

You can be sure that as soon as I hear something, I will post the news. I know that you are all waiting to hear their decision as well, so I wanted to give you an update.

Keep your fingers crossed that they contact us real soon and thank you all for staying with us. We've enjoyed reading the comments and hope more of you will let us know how you are liking this blog.

Your support is very much appreciated and we are happy to share Remi's adventures with each and every one of you.

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Remington's Fan Fun

There's not much excitement around Remi's little ranchette right now. We've had several days of over a 100 degree temperature and very little wind to give any relief. So, Remi and the herd are moving a little more slowly and spending a lot of time hanging out under the mist system munching hay. Whoopie, this won't make the headlines.

However, that doesn't mean that Remi doesn't find any mischief to get into. Oh yes, he does. Since the horses are getting put up a lot earlier to keep them out of the hot summer sun, it gives Remi more time to plot destruction. He just can't help himself.

The target of his latest quest was one of his stall fans. No matter how many times we point it in his direction, he just can't leave well enough alone and has to change its position. We'll find it pointed up, down and all around. Every direction, except where it's supposed to be pointing.

The other day, I went into his stall and found one of the knobs from the fan laying on the ground in front of his gate. So now besides spinning it around, he's taking it apart. I'm telling you, I need to teach him to fix what he breaks. Oh, how I wish!

Fortunately, it only had a small crack in it and I was able to screw it back on pretty easily. This was lucky considering all it would take is one step and CRUNCH, it would be history. We usually have to replace his fan at least once a summer and sometimes twice. Thank goodness for the discount stores, right?

So, although it's not the most exciting Remi story, I thought I would share it with you anyway. I'll let you know what he gets into next. And you know it will be soon, because, he's Remi!

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Remi's Task Of The Day

Usually Remington gets bored when he's been in the stall for several days. It's such a challenge cleaning his room while he's been in lock up because he insists on having all the attention while you're there. Pet me, scratch me, hug me, kiss me and on and on and on. Oh, and don't bend over the water bucket to check it, or you just may find a swift nudge of his big nose pushing you in it face first. It has happened and I can just bet he was laughing at me.

Today, the sun was shining and the temperature was in the high 80's. Not bad after suffering through 100 degree plus weather for several days in a row. I guess he decided it wasn't any fun to ramble around in the pasture and since he was bored, he set his sites on getting attention from me, while I was trying to work.

I was in one of the stalls cleaning, when a huge shadow blocked the light, and there standing at the gate was Remipup. He was cleaning up the hay by the gate and it's ok for him to do so, but he knows he's not supposed to come inside and get in the way. However, today he decided to forget that rule and come inside for closer look at what I was doing and perhaps get a kiss on his nose or something.

"Get back, Remington", you know you're not supposed to be in here. Since he stepped back, I turned my back and went back to work. But true to form, he came in again. "Ok buster, I'm not playing with you, get back". And he did. Instead of turning around again, I stared him in the eye and told him that I needed to get my work done, and to go away for now. Well, he didn't. No surprise there.

He decided that the stare down wasn't fun so he took hold of the gate with his lips and closed me in the stall. Before I could say another word, he pushed the gate open and that got me to laughing. "Oh, you're trying to be cute, huh"? Well it's not going to work. However, it was working and he did have my attention, but do you think I'm going to admit it to him? Nuh uh, I'm not going to do it.

He closed the gate again, so back to work I went and decided to ignore him. Wrong! You don't ignore Remington. No sooner had I turned my back when I heard a loud BANG!!! He had pushed the gate a little harder this time and it hit the stall wall. "Ignore me, will ya, I'll show you". And, once again, my attention was on him. "Ok, I'll scratch your neck". But, before I could get over to him, he had shut the gate one last time. All right already, will you make up your mind? Open or closed, sheesh!!!

So Remi completed his task. He got my attention and he made sure he was just funny enough to stay out of trouble. What can you do? Although it took me longer to clean the stall than it should have, it was funny and he did make me laugh.

He's such a big goof ball, ya gotta love him.

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My Favorite Remi Game

My love for horses goes back as far as I can remember. Ah, what memories of Saturday mornings in front of the television, eating my cereal and watching back to back episodes of horse adventures with My Friend Flica, Fury, Roy Rogers and The Lone Ranger. All those amazing horses and the wonderful things they could do made me want one of my own every time I watched the shows.

Since my father was in the military and we were never in one place for very long, there was absolutely no way I could ever have one. So I transformed my bunk beds into a stage coach, and loaded up the bottom bed with stuffed animals for passengers. With lines made from a jump rope, I would drive that stagecoach and my super talented horses everywhere. We'd travel for hours, never stopping for anything, uh well, except for when my mom would call me to come set the table. That always put a halt to the trip.

It took a long time to finally get my very own, real live horse which of course is Remington. And although he was taller than any horse I had ever ridden, I once thought, hey, maybe we'll get a saddle and I can ride him sometime. Wrong! He grew so fast, I took another look and thought, am I crazy? I am afraid of heights and he is so tall that just climbing on his back would scare the bajeebies out of me.

So, since I don't drive him and I don't ride him. I bet you're asking, ok, so what do you do with him? Well, since you asked, I'll tell you. Mostly, I feed him, clean his room, help give him baths and sometimes help fix the stuff he breaks.

Besides giving him big hugs on his neck and kisses on his soft nose, my boy and I have shared a special game of peek a boo. Yes, that's right, peek a boo and no, he doesn't cover his eyes with his front hooves, he's not quite that talented :)

It all started when he was in the stall next to the feed room and I would go in to mix up the feed. He would peer at me through openings in the panels to make sure his food was coming soon. Remember "it's all about the food". He was so cute and such a clown doing it, that I decided to make a game out of it.

I started saying "peek a boo, Remi-pup" and kept repeating it over and over. After a few days, whenever I said peek a boo, he would lower his head and peer through the panels. I kid you not, my amazing boy would play the game when I said the words. He could be on the other side of the stall and if I said peek a boo remi pup, he would come over and play. Really he would. Ok, maybe not every time, but pretty much every time. Isn't he brilliant? I think so...tee hee.

Of course, now he's been moved to the middle stall and we don't get to play the game anymore. So, I'll have to come up with something else that he and I can share. Any suggestions?

I don't have to drive him or ride him to enjoy him. I am perfectly happy hugging his neck and kissing his big soft nose. And I don't have to stop to go set the table for dinner either. Gotta love it!

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