My daughter's horse went with me on a trail ride today, with people I didn't know well, in a location I hadn't been to. SHE WAS A ROCK. I was wishing she would relax. She did, her head went down, and she went right down into the warm sand, planning to roll. I bailed and rolled, and she had the grace to look embarrassed. On the UP side, she walked placidly when she had several horses barrel past her going full bore, and was looking -- Where are THEY going? Huh. Can we go, too? Yup. Ok -- trot, trot, trot. Do you want to canter? Nope, thanks - I'm fine at the trot, trot, trot. . . . . . I was really super proud of her, and it looks like our little resale project isn't going anywhere.
