One of the days I remember best was the day we went to the classics. Riley made it to the 3’6” hunters on Santana, Cyan to the 2’9” on Phoenix and Zoe to the 3’ on Silver. There were various other people at the barn at the time, none of whom could stand Oliver enough to stay much longer, and none of whom made it to the classics, which are basically a competition between the top ten of the entire year.
I didn’t ride in them because I had no horse to ride. That was how it always was. Until Heartbreak, I looked at a lot of horses, but never really wanted any of them. I’m not a settler; I can’t settle for anything less than exactly what I want. It’s probably why I’m so miserable most of the time; I never seem to get what I want. When I do, like in the case of Heartbreak, well, it usually make
