He was a real piece of work. Even though his little boy was terrified of horses, he insisted on taking him out on the trail.
So, I saddled Princess, my gentle Welsh pony, for the boy and let them get acquainted while I saddled his father’s horse.
While I led the boy around the ring, his father spat encouragement, “Are you going to spend all day walking around in circles?”
Then I tied Princess securely and brought out Old Dynamite, holding the harness while his father mounted. Then I whisked the boy behind the fence.
Good Old Dynamite!