Horses and India

Tabi trotting or “posting” on Comet. She’s fallen in love with him. Lucky thing Fiona said we could come back and visit any time. I am also considering private lessons for the girls as Fiona is a hands on teacher and they learn everything about their horse and do everything themselves. Fiona has parrots in her home, which we had the privilege of visiting this AM. Her African Grey is very intelligent–speaks full English and some French–but has a nasty disposition. They’re like people some are sweet and some are cranky and mean. This goofy picture is of me, (PJ and his I Phone) in my Abba outfit, with carrot cake in hand, ready for the dinner party. It was fun. They served BBQ pizza. Marc’s film was interesting: his dad was one of the UN’s first scolarship recipients from Bolivia and choose to study at McGill in Montreal.

Tabs finally had that tooth out early this AM–a new dentist and he used laughing gas. When she arrived at the stables (Peter drove her) to meet us, she was crying but bravely trying not to. Good old Fiona in true style said “What’s all that whaling and tears about?” then later on, after the lesson, she referred to Pip’s bossy demands of me as “Sounding like a stuck pig.” Yes, strangely enough, I like her anyway because she tells the most fascinating stories about India and horses.