Miss Manners Thinks I'm Running the Glue Factory and Baby Mama Non-drama.

I was all ready to write yesterday.
Practically stuffed full with ideas, but then Blogger decided to go down by the time I got to the computer.
ugh.

Anyway, Miss Manners is having to have a little boot camp on manners. Ironic?

You see, for years I've been convinced that our barn looks like this. Happy, sunny.. But apparently for the past six or seven (or has it been eight??) years, I've been living in denial because, according to Miss Manners after a couple months chilling in the pasture, this is how the barn really looks like:

Did I mention she has two swirls??

So, currently on Day Three. And I have yet to sit on her back.

I have a theory. It's crazy, really. I mean, any modern horseperson will tell you that they make chains, planes, and automobiles that can speed things along.. But maybe, if you take it slow and train your horse from the ground first and build your trust, your horse will be a lot better for it.

Call it what you like; I call it common sense.

Step One: Coax cranky, schedule-driven chestnut mare to get in the barn when asked politely and the first time..

Also, dragging the Baby Mama for a pre-breeding exam tomorrow. Squeal!!
Wish me luck,
Girl