Rode a little when I was pretty young, but not at all for the past 40 years. A few years back our daughter wanted to go on a trail ride for her birthday and I booked the whole family as she requested. We get to the stables and meet our rides. Kids and wife are introduced to the 3 smaller horses. Lulu, Sweetie, and Gentle Annie. I'm nervously eyeing up my ride who is a beast twice the size of the other horses, pawing the ground with the look of the devil in his eyes. i ask the horse lady what his name is - he's called "TERMINATOR"
. Well, I spoke some soft kind words to "Termie" and we agreed a little deal.
I wouldn't do anything stupid like try to tell him where to go, and he wouldn't throw me off. I survived the next 90 minutes with only my pride being bruised, Daughter had a wonderful timeo
