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don't know which one of us looks more pathetic. Jughead (the one under the
saddle) was a good little guy. He tolerated my deathgrip on the reins, never
got jealous of my red cowboy hat, and even walked around the pasture for
me ("Whoa boy, now whoa!"). In spite of my lack of apparent enthusiasm in front of the camera, I eventually got the hang of it. |