There is nothing I would like more right now than to lie down on a cloud and listen to the sounds of your laughter. I am no longer doing the hunters! (insert gasp of collective shock here) I am now... A JUMPER!!!!!! My Matthew is going to be a grand prix horse. We are schooling at three foot to three foot six and he has not been in training for even a full year. He is maturing at eighteen hands of bay muscle infused with blood that traces him back to the finest royalty of the dainty eared Arabian Godolphin stallion. And you laughed at me! They laughed at us! Which is funny, considering now they gape at his majesty and wonder how they ever could have passed up a beautiful horse like him. You know, they say in defense, all he used to be was a hard keeper with mile long legs, a swan neck, and dinnerplate feet. But now look at him! Wow. Im happy. I love him, and I love dancing lessons.