Saddle Seat Wednesday
A former client of Stepping Stone Farm dropped by for a visit. We compared pasts.
She: Riding a big-moving gaited horse Saddlebred is more fun than jumping. Didn’t I agree?
Me, standing there, blinking: I understand what each individual word means but the sentence … it … I can’t … what?
Inconceivable.
Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott
Update. My bad. Although Saddlebreds are three- or five-gaited, they are not “gaited” horses. That refers to non-trotting breeds. Too caught up in my own joke to edit correctly. I crack myself up.
Virtual Brush Box 
I had an aunt like this, and am married to another. They have troubled marshalling their thoughts, often starting in the middle of a statement, and working towards both ends, usually reaching neither. I believe I know what preference your visitor was indicating…. But W.T.F!
Oh, I knew what preference she was indicating. I just couldn’t believe it. I am a lone jump rider hiding out in a barn full of saddle seat riders.