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WBS Run Me Like A Racehorse

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Published: May 15, 2018
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WBS Run Me Like A Racehorse


Thoroughbred Cross | Colt | 3 months

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Show Name: WBS Run Me Like A Racehorse
Barn Name: Rocket
Breed: 59.375% Thoroughbred x 21.875 Spanish Mustang x 18.75% Andalusian
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 months
Height: 16hh
Phenotype: Amber Champagne Splash
Genotype: Ee/AAt/nCh/nSpl
Discipline: Flat Racing

Bloodlines: 
---------------------------------------------------- SSS: Bullet; Blue sVa Lorian's Rhythm
------------------------------------------ SSS: Bullet; Blue sVa Dr. Jones
---------------------------------------------------- SSD: Bullet; Pink sVa Flight of Snowbird
----------------- SS: Bullet; Blue MSE Dr. Edward Richtofen 
------------------------------------------ SSD: Bullet; Pink VSS IBP iLikeToKillNaziZombies 
Sire: Bullet; Blue MSE Skip A Beat
------------------------------------------ SDS: Bullet; Blue Foundation
----------------- SD: Bullet; Pink VSS Satan's A Feminist 
------------------------------------------ SDD: Bullet; Pink Foundation
------------------------------------------ DSS: Bullet; Blue Foundation
----------------- DS: Bullet; Blue Foundation
------------------------------------------ DSD: Bullet; Pink Foundation
Dam: Bullet; Pink WBS The New Girl On The Block
------------------------------------------ DDS: Bullet; Blue Foundation
----------------- DD: Bullet; Pink Foundation
------------------------------------------ DDD: Bullet; Pink Foundation


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Training:

BREEDING

Breeding Slots: Bullet; Red CLOSED Bullet; Red 
Requirements: At least 50% TB mare with similar lineage and achievements. I get one unrestricted slot to all foals.
Price: ---

FOALS:
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