off towrards the other end of the arena. I waited for someone brave enough to come get me.

               Mike's rider came towards me and I took off into a half-gallop, then slid to a stop in front of Taylor and her English riding friends. She squealed as the arena sand hit her. I laughed then walked up to my owner who didn't have the energy to hit me. That was the end of today's riding.

             We walked into the barn and Taylor was mad at me. Mike, May and I talked about what just happened. We found it hilarious. Mike then talked about sports he did. He did barrel racing, a bit of roping , reining, and pleasure. He hated halter and English. I wanted tp do barrel racing and reining. Maybe roping. I couldn't be a pleasure horse. I'm not much of a pleasure to ride. Trail sounded fun though too. Maybe I could be tamed, but not get rid of my wild-side. I mean, it's okay to be fun once in awhile, isn't it? Mares just wanna have fun, you know?.............

To be continued.......