03-17-2018, 12:21 PM
Castile accepts the harness being placed on his body, shuffling his hooves anxiously and peering back over his shoulder at the sled. This, he muses, is his forte. Strength has always been his best attribute given his size and breeding.
With a grunt, he begins the long trek around the arena, his mismatched eyes forward with determination. The muscles in his body ripple powerfully as he continues to pull his breaths are labored but he tries to keep it even as the weight continues to gradually increase with time. The sunlight is fanning across his body as sweat glistens on the surface.
Push, he tells himself. He doesn't regard the other competitors this time. He is solely focusing on himself, on this difficult task. Before he knows it, with his body lathered and exhausted, Castile crosses the finish line.
The Clydesdale have an 18 hand minimum to be a Budweiser horse.
With a grunt, he begins the long trek around the arena, his mismatched eyes forward with determination. The muscles in his body ripple powerfully as he continues to pull his breaths are labored but he tries to keep it even as the weight continues to gradually increase with time. The sunlight is fanning across his body as sweat glistens on the surface.
Push, he tells himself. He doesn't regard the other competitors this time. He is solely focusing on himself, on this difficult task. Before he knows it, with his body lathered and exhausted, Castile crosses the finish line.
The Clydesdale have an 18 hand minimum to be a Budweiser horse.