I spent Sunday gimping around my house after getting kicked, run over, headbutted, and bitten by a series of unruly horses and fillies at Saturday’s show. Why do I do this to myself again? Oh that’s right, because I love the romance that is horses, especially the part where I get kicked in the leg while wearing my best khaki pants.
I have this bad habit of photographing morbidity, and as such I’ve amassed a small collection of injury photos, all incurred by yours truly. Now you too have the once in a blogtime chance to guess what happened to me.
