Well, yup, as a Mother's Day promise my 15-year-old rode with her old lady, little ole' me, out of the ring and up to the Tower and I did not fall off and my horse did not run off with me. We walked there, and trotted all the way back, both horses behaving by not galloping back. I wanted to go yesterday, with my husband, but the darn horses avoided being caught, too happy with their pasture grass. And...who's the boss here?? Well, I have conquered my fears once again with a little help of a persistent daughter.
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Last night I ran with my old Chocolate lab again, and as we were running up the hill to the tower, he spots a deer and off he goes after it....my face slamming intimately into the grassy knoll. Ouch, he ran off, leash and all with the Old English Sheepdog. I'm completely out of breath and yelling for Bailey, but, then I realized I was yelling for the wrong dog. So, I yelled for Brinkley, the sheepdog and he immediately returned to me...good doggie. He growled when I held onto his collar, he just hates anyone to do that, but he could see I was panicked and trying to get Bailey back, who sheepishly returned to me...bad doggie.

I released Brinkley, to his great relief and we walked back, the adventure, just an unpleasant memory. Well, I hope all you Mom's out there were spoiled a little bit by those that love you.

n.