Dear Mom

[PaulaO]

I know you call yourself my guardian, but I think of you as my mom. Thanks for loving me, and for the bodywork, the new cribbing collar with fleece, the saddle pad with fleece, the blankets and carrots and kisses and snuggles.

I'm sorry for stepping on your foot today. I know it's the same toe I busticated in November. I know it hurts but the purple bruises are pretty. Too bad you couldn't have your lesson this afternoon.

I hope you can come out tomorrow and see me. I mean, if you can walk!

Love, Ariel

[M&M]

Oops.

[KathyK]

She's not sorry. As she points out, now you come and love on her without all that pesky riding stuff. She has it figured out.

[PaulaO]

I agree, Kathy K. She's only in it for the carrots.

Had x-rays today and nothing is broken, thank goodness. Very deep bone bruises (my ortho PA is a former rider, so knows how it can go south quickly) and no riding for 2 weeks. Don't worry, Miss A., you'll still get worked....