Aunt GunDiva and Her Horse

The things Queen Estes and I do for our nieces, I tell you.  I had planned to ride today when I went up to the lodge to help Nebalee make tamales, but after I talked to Mom this morning, I changed that plan.  It was COLD and WINDY (you know, like living in Wyoming), so I put on sweats instead of jeans to go work at the lodge.

RCC and I walked into the lodge and Asset came running out of the Owl Cove yelling (that's pretty much her only volume, BTW), "Aunt GunDiva, Aunt GunDiva!  We're going for a ride!"

Um.  Crap.  I had no intention of riding.  Did I mention it was cold?  And that it was windy?  Before I could tell her no, she ran off and announced to everyone that we were going for a ride.  By the time I'd put my stuff down, she had her helmet on and was ready to go.  Well, Asset ready.  Which means a helmet, but no shoes or coat.

I came up with a quick plan to just take her over to the pen, grab Estes, plop Asset up on Estes' back and walk her over to the lodge.  Hey, that counts as a ride for a three year old, right?

I grab Estee's halter, take Asset across the street with me and turn around to find Auto Bot standing at the fence with her helmet on.  Double crap.

Change of plans.  Again.

Fine, we'll go for a ride.  A short ride.  Around the block.

C-c-c-o-l-d

Really cold.  And windy.

Asset's getting too big to ride up front comfortably, so we had to switch.

Did I mention it was cold?  And windy?

Ok, in all honesty, Estes put out plenty of heat, so I was pretty comfortable except for the exposed skin of my face. 

But really, the things we do to keep our horse-crazed nieces happy.