First, the good news — I was sound for two full years, and in July I was pronounced sound enough for work! This after five years of medical retirement on account of laminitis and sundry. Farmwife, you may recall, bought me as a riding mule only to find that I was already woefully chronically lame. Sound enough, the vet and trimmer agreed, to be restarted under saddle and in harness. Happy day! Farmwife obtained for me a Wintec saddle, an assortment of bridles, a comfy fit harness, and a wooden road cart. Then the bad news—Farmwife tried to lunge me and learned that I do not understand lunging. She tried to ground drive me and learned that I remember little, or that she is a bad ground driver, or both. It was sketchy. We desisted. Having no ring and no trails, we decided I should go to sleepaway camp for a while. She found two trainers, one to take me for a couple of months to gently rebuild my fitness and another skilled driver to help restart me in harness. You may remembe...