Bad Idea

So, let's see.... the new farrier was out, the vet was out, Aunt Nancy came out...

Oh, and apparently I am feeling so good, Mother is yet again contemplating riding me.

So I jumped over a log and ran up the steep hill and have been trotting really sound.

None of that matters, Mother. I was just high from Spring, you know?

If she tries to ride me, I'll have to make sure she knows it is not a good idea...