Who are you, and what does that avatar really mean?

[SweetMissDaisy]

Jared, I love goldens, too!!
Here's my own Mister Farley. I LOVE this dog...

 

[Detlor Poultry]

I am the chief breeder for Detlor Poultry, and pictured to the left is Annie, the chubby and mentally deranged Bow Lake hen. Honest to Pete, she used to believe she could pass through solid objects. Or possibly she was blind and has since learned to rely on other sences to move around. It was funny!

 

[Jared77]

Just a few of the pictures I have available...Ill get more they are just still on the camera and need to load them to photobucket. The lighter one is HighTimes Believe It Or Not call name Ripley and the darker red one is HighTimes Heck Of A Shot call name Jager. Hightimes is not my kennel name, I don't have one but I liked Ripley so much we went back and got our 2nd boy Jager a few years later.

 

[nachoqtpie]

Long ago, when I was married to my first husband and very round and pregnant with my Monkey... I CRAVED Nachos every single day, so my sister in law started calling me Nacho ("because you are going to turn into a plate of 'em and I wanna be prepared!). One of my very bestest male friends came over and we were all sitting around and he called me cutie pie, and I said I'm not your cutie pie! and it just stuck! Nacho Q T Pie! Coincidentally, I'm still really good friends with the guy... and thank GOODNESS I am no longer married to my ex!

My avatar is my lil Dusty girl hiding in the honeysuckle! She's a retired racing Greyhound and her name is Track Duster. Looking back, I wish I would have named her Ginger or something more feminine.... she always gets mistaken for a male when we go places.

***ETA
If you ever run into another nachoqtpie anywhere... it's about a 99% chance that it is me. I use it for just about everything!

 

[thistlebloom]

Here's another bump to this old thread. If you haven't shared your story behind your name, don't be shy.
Remember, we're all friends here.

 

[journey11]

This thread came up when I was offline for a year...

Journey is my horse's name, 11 is my b-day. My avatar is a close-up of a pint of wild grape jelly I made a couple summers ago. I loved how the color glowed in the sunlight. :rainbow-sun

I enjoyed all the doggie pics, btw. Those golden retrievers all look like they're smiling.

 

[Smiles Jr.]

I don't know how I missed this thread for the past few years.
I sat at the keyboard for a few minutes trying to come up with some wise or devilish name but I drew a blank. I thought that a name like smiles would brighten someone's day once in a while so that's what my fingers typed. Obviously, my avatar reflects some nice smiles and I like to change it every now and then. In fact I think I'll go change it now.

 

[digitS']

And,

we all wait with happy anticipation for your avatar choice, Smiles!

Steve

 

[baymule]

Thistlebloom, because of this post, I just finally uploaded an avatar! It is a picture of my old cremello gelding and my neighbor's father. It was a great afternoon, one I will never forget. When Amos died, I wrote a story of that afternoon for my friend and gave it to her. Later, I won 3rd place in a Tractor Supply contest with that story. I just copied it so I could post it here. My name here? Baymule? Simple really-I have a mule and she is the color bay. This is what my avatar means;

Joe
Shortly after we married, my husband bought a blue-eyed snowy white cremello Quarter Horse gelding named Joes Tuff Bars. He was calm and gentle, but spirited enough to take me for a good ride. When a child or a nervous non-rider was on his back, he slowly plodded along. His gentle nature and beauty made Joe everyones favorite.

Our neighbor, Virgie, and her husband, went to Alabama to get her 89-year-old father, Amos. He bragged around his small town that his daughter was coming to get him and buy him a big white horse for him to ride from Texas to Alabama a real cowboy. I stopped by one afternoon and Virgie confided what her father had said. She said, I would give anything if he could ride a horse. I told her, Ill be back in an hour. Amos can ride Joe. Virgies face lit up with a big smile.

About an hour later, 22-year-old Joe carried me to their house. A recent rain had washed him sparkling white. He glittered in the sunlight like diamonds. While I was gone, Amos had taken a shower, put on cologne, his boots, newest blue jeans, Stetson hat, and a black cowboy shirt with pearl snaps and big red embroidered roses. With help to get mounted, Amos was soon riding tall. Joe showed off his gaits slow and stop. Amos clucked to Joe and kicked the stirrups. Joe took a couple of steps and stopped. Whoopee! Amos was riding!

He chattered up a storm, talking about riding back to Alabama and waving to everyone he knew. When he noticed that Joe stopped, he clucked again, Joe took a few steps and stopped again. Joe was perfectly content to pose for pictures and take a step or two for Amos. A soft breeze was blowing, gently lifting his mane in a white fringe. Joe was a perfect gentleman. I was so proud of him. Amos was having the time of his life, his face almost split in two from the big happy grin he wore.

We were all a bunch of happy goofs, watching an old man on an old white horse on a perfect day. From then on, Amos claimed Joe as his horse. Time passed, and Amos passed away. At his funeral were three pictures placed on his casket: they were of Amos riding on a big white horse waving to all of his friends.

http://www.tractorsupply.com/content/storeevents/horse_tales_contest

 

[Carol Dee]

Baymule, beautiful horse, beautiful story.

Well everyone, I have no imagination! My avatar is ME!!!!