Friday, April 12, 2013

Are you 21, little horsey?

Well, FarmWife and I have been on our trail ride! (Actually, I suppose FarmWife got a trail ride and I had a trail carry.) I carried FarmWife up the hill for fifteen minutes, then I carried FarmWife down the hill for fifteen minutes, then I came home. It was good. I didn't break a sweat, make a scene, or take a misstep. FarmWife thinks it's a wonderful step in my rehabilitation, and she is going to take the tentative step of calling me UNretired!

Not five minutes into our ride, we came upon this lonely little horsey in the woods. It appeared that he had been drinking. We tried chatting him up, but I guess the Stranger Danger factor was too much for him: he kept his back turned and never said a word.

Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule

1 comment:

  1. Yay Fenny! Back in action. So very happy for you and Farmwife!


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