My birthday was a couple of weeks ago and my hubby got me a horseback riding lesson from the parents of one of Hanna's friends. I spent about an hour walking, trotting and even loping around (me - who had never gone faster on a horse than a slow walk - loping!) on this sweet boy named Bruno. I was dirty and my knees were killing me by the time we were done, but I sure did love it. And the next day I literally had bruises on my tail bone. What would I have done if my present had been a week at a Dude Ranch?
Daddy, can I have another pony ride?
.JPG)
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