My spare time is mostly spent at a farm.
Y'see, when I was a kid, my parents let me take riding lessons, but they wouldn't buy me a horse. I was about 6 when I started riding. When I was 5, I wanted 2 things for my birthday: a party with people in it, and a pony. I got the party. I couldn't understand why my folks wouldn't buy me a pony; after all, it would fit in the backyard, and Daddy wouldn't have to cut the grass!
Those arguments didn't work.
So, thirty-odd years later, I finally bought a horse.
I was 5 all over again.
Except this time, you could have the party; I've been to enough...Just give me the horse!
He was big, he was beautiful, he was so untrained.... Guess who got to train a horse - right out of the chute! (Oh, sorry, that's a rodeo term...I've been hanging around too many cowboys!...)
So, 2+ years later, we've (me and the horse) have survived the ordeal. He's very well-mannered, and I know how to RIDE! YES! The only thing I ever really wanted to accomplish, I have managed to!
Oh, dear. Wait a minute. Does this mean I have to find a new goal?....... NAW!
Cherokee and friend!
Bathtime!
Our favorite way to ride!
email me!: kendry1@yahoo.com