I had a beautiful palomino named Trigger. He was a hand
me down from older sisters and cousins. They got him started but I taught him
how to ride really ride! I would bounce him around on his springs leaping all
over the basement. Trigger and I rode to fast and hard to be allowed
anywhere cement was not the flooring. He ate little and I did not even know
about electrolites but he survived. I did self treatment with my vet kit.
Joey a nasty shetland was the grandkids pony on the
farm. He showed me what Trigger did not. Joey was barn sour and your ride
consisted of dragging him away from the barn , climbing on and he would bolt to
the barn. I think the previous owners and older kids had taught him bad habits
by the time I came along.
If anyone wants to have a good laugh I stuck a picture
of me in my Dale Evans outfit (I am still growing into the tights..lol) and Joey
pulling a buggy on my home page
