LOVING Dewey. Still scared everytime I ride, because of a bolting draft mare that we won't mention, but Dewey restores my confidence little by little each day. By just being himself. He doesn't even know he does it. He's just a big gawky teenager horse. But the clearer and stronger I get with him, the more he appreciates my guidance. And he loves a carrot. Plus I drove to Fillmore and got an amazing saddle for $100 which helps. He's not in pain, I'm not in pain, it's a good thing. All the little things add up. Now I just have to get a job.
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