My horse IS under all that mud, somewhere. I know she is, because sometimes a chunk of mud breaks off and it's got brown hair stuck to it. And I'm pretty sure that Fiddle is, uh, brown.
We have a lesson planned for this week with a new instructor, and she'll get shoes next week. Then we'll really be smokin'. Okay, not really.
The goal this year is to have fun, and that means trying out a bunch of new stuff.
I'm hoping to take her on a "tavern trail ride" (no rum for you, Fiddle-I-Fee!) at the end of the month. And who knows what else?