Thursday, October 14, 2010
Riding Lessons: Part III of III
Human Auntie, who also visited from across the continent, rode me with a childish sense of wonder and amazement. (Auntie, if you are reading this please understand—I do not mean to say that you ARE childish, but just that your uncensored appreciation of me was most welcome and appreciated.) In borrowed boots, she was not limited by the stirrup-free handicap that was her husband's lot. She rode me hither and thither, both on the leadline and off, and I do say she was entranced by my strength, grace, obedience, and patience. "He's so nice to let us sit on him!," she exclaimed.