No hour of Life spent in the saddle is wasted......

Now, if I can just convince DAD of that, well, my life might actually count for something. I DID however manage to coax him into riding Annie, and I have to say, I think it went well. See for yourself.

She was SO good to him! Normally she is pretty prancy (is that a word? Eh, never mind it is now.)  with me, but she knew exactly how much dad could handle and only went that far. Dad was a little apprehensive, as Annie is a good two and half to three hands higher than any of the other horses at grandpa's (She is about 17'2) AND he was riding in my too small English tack, which he isn't used to. But, of COURSE, my Gixie was SAINT.

 

That pretty much wraps up this post, but I have a few more I want to get out tonight. Most of them are already written, but we might add a few more. :)