Little Alice, little Dallas.
We took Dallas out for a short bareback ride tonight, and Alice is starting to understand how to hang on! Afterward, like a good cowgirl always does, she brushed her pony before putting him away.
After we came inside, I asked her to put her helmet away next to mine, and she got very concerned and said, “You didn’t ride Sam tonight. Maybe later, right? Sam’s at the stable, right?”
What sticks in that little head amazes me sometimes. It’s been about a year now, that Sam died.
