Saturday Morning before 10 a.m Mac and I head to the hills. Walking down the road in his new braids with his new halter, me dressed in black, head to toe, and we kinda match. I like it, this.

At the south end of the road where it bends we go for a lope in the halter and he is good. I think he wants to keep me good and well though why he sometimes cow-bucks I do not know.