Okay, I have to admit, I haven’t ridden my horse again. It’s not because I don’t want to (although I did want to wait until the giant bruise on my inner thigh faded a bit). The weather hasn’t been very nice, and we’ve been pretty busy. But we have been working on our relationship. He’s still pretty feisty, but I really think he’s getting attached to me – and not just because I feed him. Bill says I’m spoiling him by bringing him apples or carrots every day and petting him and talking to him – but I say, if I can get him to connect the apples with my hand, he’ll be less likely to toss me off and break that hand. Besides, I don’t let him push me around. That’s the most important thing.