Apparently I have a type.
Great sense of humor.
And extremely tolerant.
Meet Demelia. Or DeeDee.
She belongs to some friends at the barn, and lately has been attending our trainers version of fat camp because the girl has got a little too much junk in the trunk. What does that mean for me? I get to steal her for ride or two during the weeks her Mommas can’t work her enough.
She’s a 10 year old American Warmblood, sweet as pie, fancy, and puts up with whatever shenanigans I’ve thought up that day. Also, no, I did not grow, she’s just a bit on the shorter side. Don’t let her size fool you though, this little lady steps around the children’s hunter ring like a walk in the park. I’m loving the chance to ride her, and hopefully get to know her more this summer while we both enjoy an increase in our cardio workouts!