Walking My Creatures
Last Sunday when it was too wet to ride, I ventured out to the farm anyway since my trainer texted and said it was dry enough to trail ride around the property. All morning I had been in a particularly foul mood, and I figured some pony time would help. During my hour+ commute to the barn where I encountered crazy stop and go traffic and a gigantic cycling race, I started to doubt my idea to leave my dwelling of grumpiness….