Sandman's Journal

This morning Grandpa got me going on training Peanut bareback. After being in the corral a while I took him out in the pasture. We came over a hill and scared up a clutch of pheasants. Peanut spooked and next thing I knew I was flat on my back. You could tell he felt sorry for me 'cause he circled around and immediately let me remount. I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but I think I need a chiropractor adjustment sometime real soon. I'm glad there were no frozen horse turds where I impacted, but then again. . . thawed ones might have been slightly worse.