Currently, as much as I love her, O is not being very exciting. We walk, we trot…I frantically try to assess how lame she is, if she is better, is she trying to tell me anything? You know, the usual oh-my-gosh-why-is-she-still-lame OCD crap.
I think this is going to give me grey hair. 22 more rides before O’s future is more clear.
22 is my lucky number. Not sure if that matters…but I’m wiling to try anything at this point!