> So I go out, I crank him in tied short to the cross tie, I drag up my > stool and climb up and there he is braced as tight and stubborn as > always and I just took the bit and offered it to him, just rested it > against his tight stubborn lips and in a soft soothing voice I said > "Jaspar, will you take this bit" and if anyone had been around I > would have laughed it was so ludicrous a thought, but when his lips > plopped open and he parted his teeth for the bit I liked to fell off > the dang stool!! from that moment on, bridling my horses has always > been a very loving, almost sacredly gentle and loving act. And they > all lower their head for me, each and every one.
That's beautitul Janice! Robyn S
