
Nothing Nice
Our neighbor tells us this was a mud wallow for pigs a few years back. That explains a lot. It
Our neighbor tells us this was a mud wallow for pigs a few years back. That explains a lot. It
It’s not the horses dragging their own posts for their fence. Here, Jack is the beast of burden. Oh, the
This is the kind of math I wish they taught in school: how to calculate the construction and cost of
Though we supposedly have a snowstorm on the way, we received a reprieve from the chilly, un-springlike weather and took an opportunity to enjoy
Rehydrating after a training session. It’s been almost a month since I’ve been able to work Dancer. Fortunately, horses have a
In our day, Stoney and I won a wall full of ribbons in everything from eventing to dressage to show jumping. Though
Hold on Mamie! The great-grandmother I knew was stern, a bit boring, chastised me for walking her beloved Boston terrier too fast
Though I have trailered quite a few items and animals in my life, I opted to hand the responsibility of
Yesterday, Evelyn wasn’t feeling herself and Kate was fast asleep, leaving only Claire to accompany me on my daily visit
Today I asked Dancer to trot while on her back. Getting on her back was scary. Trotting was scarier. Cantering
This is what a forelock should look like: long and thick (this is after I’ve had to thin and trim
Though Dancer appears plain to some, she is gorgeous to me, sort of like a Black Beauty reincarnate with a
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