


At the cemetery the next day.
I am tired of begging for help. Bob doesn't want me to ride her out of the round pen but every one that tells me they will help have other things come up. Not their fault at all and I am not frustrated with them, just that I want help and can not afford a trainer. She is kind of spooky but really really seems better. She did not spook on Bob at all. She just walked along with him like a dolly. I am just whining I guess. I hear Bob and others saying you don't want to get hurt, over and over and of course I don't but I trust her. I really do. Oh well. Such is life.
Blessings.