!Wonder!
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Post by !Wonder! on Sept 25, 2007 18:52:06 GMT -5
A gentle breeze blew my hair as I led Pride outside. It was a Saturday morning in September, and I had just tacked up my Morgan, Pride. Well, at least a bridle. I mounted him bareback and started down the trail. He picked up a bouncy trot and let him go. Pride started to walk, and picked up his rhythm.
After an hour or so, I turned around and cantered back to Whitebrook. I stopped Pride and dismounted. Leading him into the barn, I took his bridle off and replaced it with a halter. I led him into a wash stall and cooled him down with the water. After he'd finished, I used a sweat scraper and dried him off. Soon, he was back in his stall dozing.
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