Our spring and summer fell into a pattern. Every other weekend or so I went to a horse show. If Andy was able to come with me, he did, but often his veterinarian duties kept him from this. Usually Meg was there as well. She was happy to come to the show and act as groom. She even began talking about taking Snazzy in a couple of classes herself, as we were in different age divisions. Besides, I never rode in the English classes, so she could do that anytime.
Near the end of July Andy and I were sitting in the stands watching the English riders. Once again Andy teased me about how cute my ass would look in tight breeches. Meg was showing Snazzy in this class, Hunter Under Saddle, and I was marveling at the versatility of my birthday gift from my guy. This horse could do anything, it seemed.
