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.
It was my pleasure—and yes, I am nice, Auntie. It is just one of the many wonderful things about me, Fenway Bartholomule.
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.
Fenny, I always ride with a childish sense of wonder and amazement, and I've been riding all my fifty-five-year-long life. Good on ya for bringing the joy to yet another person. Glory on your ears. Sign me—
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Hay Fenway - you sure have been busy giving everyone rides. I'm hoping to take mom for a stroll this weekend.
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