The next five weeks were spent training—not Snazzy, but me. Since Janet was a hunter- jumper trainer and begged off taking a western horse in training, we took Snazzy over to Grand Rapids where Holly, the trainer who had worked with Meg, had her farm. Holly was overjoyed to see us and loved Snazzy. We hauled there and worked for three weekends straight. In between, I rode at the barn under Andy’s and Meg’s guidance. I went shopping for show clothes and a show saddle. Before I knew it, May 14th had arrived.
I was pretty nervous when we pulled into the fairgrounds as the sun was coming up. Memories of show days with Meg came crowding into my mind. I smiled through my nerves.
As we unloaded the horse and got things set up, old friends from our show days came up, renewed acquaintances and ad
