If it's not one thing, it's another.
I was riding Stormy, until the last time he got shoes, and he went lame again with his navicular. His front feet were finally getting better, then he came up so lame behind that he was on three legs (he pulled a butt muscle, probably sprinting in from up the canyon). He finally got over that, and just as I was about to throw a saddle on him, he got a rather wicked bite on his back, where the saddle goes.
So I just keep waiting to ride him again.
For now he can't be the Local Macro Mailman, the Building Inspector, the Oreana Bookmobile, the Trails Assessor, or the Dog Walker.
Instead he found a new chore that doesn't take a saddle.
The lawn mower ran out of gas, so Stormy took over the mowing job.
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