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I've still got it.
I mentioned before, when we visit the granddaughter, she will run past my wife to hug me first. She will duck under my wife's outstretched arms.
I went with my wife for her riding lesson last night. She wants some photos of her exploits, and it wasn't miserably hot last night so I went along. I went with her to the pasture to catch the horse she was assigned. We're standing about 30 feet apart, more or less side by side, and she's calling out to the horse. He eventually stops grazing and picks his head up, and starts walking over. Wouldn't you know, he walks up to me, not her. I give him a rub on the nose, point to her, and he eventually walks over to her.
I was also impressed with one of the owner's daughters. She's maybe 8 or 9. She went to retrieve another horse for a lesson. Rather than walking him back to the barn, she looped the lead rope, stood him next to the gate, climbed up the gate, jumped on his back and loped him bareback back to the barn.
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