you know sometimes you think you really haven't changed that much over the years... sunday afternoon I met some old friends for coffee, friends I rode with almost daily when me and jaspar were so green. we started telling the old amazing hilarious yet horrifying green rider stories... we laughed so loud and hard its a wonder we weren't kicked out of the waffle house. one funny story they all loved to tell about was my early trailer loading methods with jaspar. about the only way you could get him in a trailer was to tie him in with a long rope and while strained against it throw a hand grenade at his heels. but they laughed about me standing there all afternoon wheedling " hop in jas, don't you want to go see scrappy?" our dog at the time". they said I would just go on hour after hour with him trying to get him excited about going home to see scrappy while he would stand there braced with a look across his face that anyone could see said I AINT LOADIN!" haha. my favorite story tho was cantering hard thru the woods when the horse in front of me went down. all four feet. skidded thru the leaves on its belly. nothing for jas to do but plow into them and maybe kill my friend. but he jumped them. I mean, it was spectacular long jump and when he landed I ended up with my chin between his eyes and my arms tight around his throat and he tossed his head down so I sorta flipped, hung like a necklace briefly and then landed flat of my back staring up at his chest and thundering hooves, then belly, then genitals, then tail... that's why I need the tee shirt that says "I do my own stunts ;) janice
-- even good horses have bad days sometimes.
