Didn’t he have the most amazing floppy ears? And then my poor cousin Margreet was here from Holland for a few months. Exceptionally la-de-da DQ at the time. And we took her out for a rental ride, me on Clifford and her on this pinto called Bob, who would not go faster than a walk to save his life.
There is a place kitty-corner across from that old stable, on the Fountain Valley side of the river, which has barns and a arena and such and is for sale. Hard to believe you can still yee-ha in FV.