When we last left Phyllis she was a rodeo weather gal. Since she couldn't swim either (she was foot stompin' mad about that) she demanded a race. A horse race. Against MOI. Never one to shrink from a challenge I accepted her gauntlet. The catch? She insisted on riding my super fast palomino appaloosa, Mister Ed. (They kinda connected on her last visit.)
I chose Cloud. Our ever faithful Tennessee walking horse. Ivy joined in with her thoroughbred/dutch warm blood jumper, Saber. Enjoy. :-) (Note from Phyll: Pay NO attention to that man running in front of Mr. Ed. Just remember. I won that race fair and square.) PSHAW! *wink*
(Note from Robyn: Pay NO attention to that man giving acting directions. We went over this and over this. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!)
Thanks to these my members of my family: hubby, Ivy, Ben (who filmed it), and Nic who handed the flowers to Phyll. Now I owe the entire bunch a pizza dinner.