Though it’s not entirely clear what’s going on with my “horse,” I appear to have a new “horse.” In many ways it resembles the old “horse” except that I’ve been given interesting and fun things to do with my “horse” today, which is very cool.
So, I guess I have switched “horses.”
But, knowing this place, maybe I haven’t. I don’t know.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Oooh, dressage! Congratulations!
Were you scheduled to switch horses or did it just sort of happen? In any case, hi ho silver!
Dressage. hah. That tickles me.
That sounds confusing, but hopefully good! Here’s hoping your new one isn’t as nippy as your old one.
Is it a high horse? If so, get off of it!
ceeelcee, I doubt it. It took an act of God to get this woman up onto a four-wheeler.
Oh, you meant figuratively. Yeah, she’s a little full of herself right now. ;)
Is this the other horse you were shopping for, or a new saddle for the old horse?
Mack, dressage is s’posed to tickle the horse, really. Or bend it, I guess.
It’s always like a wonderful puzzle over here at TCP.
Trying to figure it all out.
And, yeah, I’m that slow.
Glad you are feeling saucy. It’s always a good thing and ignore Fisty, I mean Smiley. Being on a high horse is just fine if it makes you feel good.
Mack, I have never gotten to ride your four-wheeler. Be over in an hour. (heh)
Glad you said it that way, newscoma. That’s exactly how I felt. Surely these people know what they’re talking about, right?
“Fisty”…. hehe.