Finger snapping, leg slapping, foot tapping Texan girl who works with numbers. I like blank pages, the written word and horses. This is my attempt to amuse you via books, food, travel and the assorted spice rack of life.
My trainer called me last night to let me know that my buddy had coliced and died. Although he wasn't my horse, I was the only person who rode him with any frequency and he always greeted me at the gate to his paddock. He was a cookie hound and loved to nibble on you while you tacked him up. Urkel (yep - you heard it right) was an old man (around 20) when he passed and had a good life up to the very end. Riding is going to be put on hold for the next few weeks until they find a new horse. I'll miss my sleepy yet dependable partner in the ring but also look forward to the new horse they're bringing in. Unfortunately, this isn't encouraging me to buy a horse - even though that has been on my resolution list since I was a wee one!