"Poor little invalid singing the blues about trail ride gone wrong"

Sigh

Ok, so after taking Omnibus Secondary, as usual mom and I went on our run. Mom started before me and Cricket and I were having a tiny bit of trouble. So I eventually got off to walk her by the highway (186, three mile loop). It was trash day (the day the garbage cans are all out and the big truck comes and collects all the trash) and Cricket and I had passed many trash cans already and I felt I could get back on safely. So, Mom was too far ahead to have any hope of her being able to ride and Cricket and I were now walking down the road leisurely. We continued like this for 1/4 of a mile and were soon approaching 3 more, run of the money, every day, trash cans. OK? So, she came up, "it all happened so fast! It was woosh! And she was gone!" (anyone who has seen the Andy Griffith show called "Opie and the Spoiled kid" would know what I'm talking about), so I'm in bed with a skinned elbow and side with a really badly sprained ankle. (*Please! No more ice*)

What I learned and will share:

1) I didn't know just how Left Brain Extroverted Cricket was getting (big lesson and that's super), see number 3.
2) Play more!
3) Do a Horsenality Chart more often to see where she's going.
4) Get Cricket "sweet" on garbage cans (jump them, put treats on them).
5) GET OFF! No need to ride that bronc, work it out on the ground.

Lessons learned!

Toodles for now!

Priscilla