Bella has matured into a perfect trail horse. She will go anywhere, and do anything and a nice slow pace. When others race home she quietly walks along, enjoying the lizards. And her little canter is perfect and she has learned to round up and get her rear end under herself.
She is still a Princess and begged me to change her name to Pippa a year ago.
I've ridden horses most of my life and only find true happiness with like-minded friends. I play cello, but very badly. I swear like a sailor, thanks to my Mother. I can belch disgustingly. I still seem to be living through these hot-flashes and have my Obama sticker on my bumper.