Opening the door

Now that I am a member, I'll post things from time to time or watch my grandson as the need arises.

I am left handed because I am right minded (according to countless studies) but I play guitar right handed. If the studies are correct, I am therefore left minded. I prefer motocycles over horses, perhaps because my first solo horse back ride was bareback on a gentle old palimino mare that was thirsty. I know she was thirsty because she led me staight to water (in this case it was in the Richfield Canal). I tried to stop her from drinking as my uncle had instructed me to. When I leaned back hard on the reins, she responded by dropping her head. My older cousin (a girl) had warned me never to turn loose of the reins. I don't remember anything about exceptions to that "rule".

To make a long story short, by not being told that the reins were attached to the horse via a bit (not a byte) ((as an insurance device I guess)), the mare got her drink, I couldn't dust off the seat of my britches because they were too wet, so I walked her back to the corral. It was about a half a mile. She went right to the barn, where there was food, water and shelter.

I'm pretty sure that's where she wanted to be in the first place.