Thank you, Doc. What a nice pic. I started bugging my parents for a horse as soon as I could say the word and kept telling them we could keep it in the garage. I’m surprised they didn’t spank me into oblivion for my pouting about it. I still have my first and prized big plastic black horse complete with a shoelace as a bridle and reigns (I lost the plastic one early on.) I keep him in the safe with the guns and my kids’ hospital bracelets.