I told “our” trainer today, “Guess which horse is the most enjoyable horse on the ranch to ride? My sister’s $500. rescue horse.”
Our trainer stops riding, looks at me and says, “How ironic. And that’s the lone horse on the place you guys didn’t breed yourselves. I don’t think I’d spread that around. It’s bad advertising.”
Maybe I’ll just ride off into the sunset on Sambolarama. Or trade him straight across for Hammie. 
“You just keep thinkin’, Butch. That’s what you’re good at.” – The Sundance Kid
