October is truly a beautiful month in Michigan. Our street is made up of maples, which were a riot of color this year. The colored leaves, the nip in the air, pumpkins and corn shucks on the doorsteps—I loved it all.
The dogs and I were going for a trail ride. At the barn, I jumped down from the cab of my truck, Jake hopped out of the truck bed and Annie climbed down from the truck seat. The medication Andy had prescribed was definitely doing its job.
I stopped in the barn and asked Katie, one of the riding instructors, if I could use Buttercup, a school lesson horse. Jake, Annie and I walked out to the pasture to get the mare. As we walked past the paddock where the spring foals were kept, they cantered over to the fence, tails raised and snorting. They thought they were stallions alrea
