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Just a fun image of Sylvia and her daughter Harper having a nice ride together!
Harper is riding her pony Rawhide who is a POA hunter that Sylvia bought and restarted for her daughter.

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  Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was beside her on her own little pony, who was quietly making his way along at whatever pace he was asked to go by his young rider, or maybe it was the fact that she was actually home, she felt safe and secure. It was like a seatbelt was strapped around her and she felt like all was good and nothing bad would come to her. She looked down at her daughter who also was safely sat atop her pony and could not help but smile. Her daughter, being nine years old, and she being twenty five, were on their own. She was twenty six, with her own home and bought her daughter a pony. She felt as though she was more rich than the richest man in the world knowing she had done all this herself. Her parents, her family in general, really did not offer her any support after she had Harper at such a young age. She really would not have it any other way though if she was honest. She sat atop the beautiful donstrupper mare, who after a light exercise was walking under her calmly beside the pony and the young girl, not a care in the world. She had to ride a few other horses next, some very prestigious horses at that. She did not think she had ever been exposed to a more talented string of young stock. Of horses who’s skills truly exceeded her own, or so she says.

“How about you go put Rawhide away, and then find yourself a snack and a drink in the lounge, i have a few more horses and then we can head home,” Sylvia voiced to her daughter, and the young girl who could easily be compared to the energizer bunny just nodded and trotted her gelding off towards the gate that lead into the indoor arena, and finally into the barn.

  “Do not ride him into the barn!” She called after her daughter, who only grinned,

  “I know mom! He can slip with his shoes! You have told me a millliiiiooon timmesss” Her voice drew out dramatically, and Sylvia huffed slightly, though a smile on her face,

  “And how many times have I had to remind you? Like a Milllliioonn timmeeesss” she mocked, laughing and in return getting her daughter to stick a tongue out in her direction. It made her laugh, and honestly she did not mind her daughter being such a stinker. It was too nice of a day to scold the young girl. She wanted all days to be like this. Warm and full of the things she enjoyed. Her daughter and the horses she was training. She was living in California, with her own home. There was nothing to be upset about. Right?

Description
Just a fun image of Sylvia and her daughter Harper having a nice ride together!
Harper is riding her pony Rawhide who is a POA hunter that Sylvia bought and restarted for her daughter.

Previous - Here - Next

Story:

  Maybe it was the fact that her daughter was beside her on her own little pony, who was quietly making his way along at whatever pace he was asked to go by his young rider, or maybe it was the fact that she was actually home, she felt safe and secure. It was like a seatbelt was strapped around her and she felt like all was good and nothing bad would come to her. She looked down at her daughter who also was safely sat atop her pony and could not help but smile. Her daughter, being nine years old, and she being twenty five, were on their own. She was twenty six, with her own home and bought her daughter a pony. She felt as though she was more rich than the richest man in the world knowing she had done all this herself. Her parents, her family in general, really did not offer her any support after she had Harper at such a young age. She really would not have it any other way though if she was honest. She sat atop the beautiful donstrupper mare, who after a light exercise was walking under her calmly beside the pony and the young girl, not a care in the world. She had to ride a few other horses next, some very prestigious horses at that. She did not think she had ever been exposed to a more talented string of young stock. Of horses who’s skills truly exceeded her own, or so she says.

“How about you go put Rawhide away, and then find yourself a snack and a drink in the lounge, i have a few more horses and then we can head home,” Sylvia voiced to her daughter, and the young girl who could easily be compared to the energizer bunny just nodded and trotted her gelding off towards the gate that lead into the indoor arena, and finally into the barn.

  “Do not ride him into the barn!” She called after her daughter, who only grinned,

  “I know mom! He can slip with his shoes! You have told me a millliiiiooon timmesss” Her voice drew out dramatically, and Sylvia huffed slightly, though a smile on her face,

  “And how many times have I had to remind you? Like a Milllliioonn timmeeesss” she mocked, laughing and in return getting her daughter to stick a tongue out in her direction. It made her laugh, and honestly she did not mind her daughter being such a stinker. It was too nice of a day to scold the young girl. She wanted all days to be like this. Warm and full of the things she enjoyed. Her daughter and the horses she was training. She was living in California, with her own home. There was nothing to be upset about. Right?