The good with the bad

Mom called me... Once she had had the night to get over the chock of me having a horse and seeing the pic of her, she is totally in love with her. She looked at her exterior and suddenly realized that what I had said about this horse was actually true, it's a damn fine horse.
So far so good.

Then she started the lecture. How I need to be super careful with her and never letting anyone else do anything with her but walking, what kind of blankets I needed, she examined my goals with the horse to make sure the purpose was fit for such a fine horse, she almost threatened me that the horse better look as good now as on the pic I sent her (I say that he was crazy, the horse has been traveling for 2-3 weeks and not gotten enough exercise...)

She will just have to back off.

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