I’ve wanted a horse for as long as I remember. I think it is every country girl’s dream. And for as long as I remember I was told the same thing. Variations of no. In fairness to my parents they were always happy to drive me down the road to ride with a friend, but it just wasn’t the same. But it was ok, I knew that as soon as I moved out of home, I would get one.
Well let me tell you, 20 years later I am asking the same question, just to someone else but for some reason the answer is still the same! I’m certain my Dad has been secretly schooling Josh. He may even have a book. It would be called 1000 ways to say “no Laura, you can’t have a horse.”
I think this is the best I’m going to get. Anybody have a spare wine barrel and saddle I can borrow?