Fall is here, the grape vine leaves are starting to turn dark red.  Amanda, Emmy, Emily, Brenda, Tia, Peggy and I have been trail riding alot, getting ready for the Extreme Cowboy Race, October 17th.  We've had all kinds of adventures, named trails, set up new obstacles, and road alot of miles.  Some of my favorite trails are Barbie Bottom, Barbie Bumps, Brenda's Curve, Peggy's Litlle Cedar, Oh Crap Drop,  What Happens In the Woods Stays in the Woods,and Winged Horse Way,  We've been having such a good time just enjoying our horses and each other.  The other day when I was riding my horse Kisses, she started to shake violently, buck, twist and turn, back into the trees, and rear up.  None of which is normal for her.  I had to pony her back to the barn;  Emmy jumped on her for me.  Turns out she has hives!  She's a horse.  Horses shouldn't get hives!  Leave it to my Barbie horse to get a rash, get poofy, and turn bright pink!  I wasn't sure what was going on.  I thought she was throwing a fit because she wanted to go back to the barn.  I got after her.  It didn't help at all, in fact she kept acting worse.  When I got back to the barn and saw how really pink she was, all her veins popping out, muzzle swolen and rashes all over, I felt soooo bad.  I had judged her unfairly.  I punished her for something she couldn't help.  She needed me and I wasn't there for her.  It made me wonder how many times I've done that to people in my life.  I decided from now on to move alot slower on my judgement of others.  I had a feeling there was something wrong when she first started acting up.  I should have followed my instincts.  We need to trust that still small voice inside of us!