However, in the past year I began to feel the old familiar yearning of wanting to get on horseback. More so when Farm Girl hit the trails and I was keeping her company on a bike rather than a horse. I began to play with the idea of getting my own. But I knew I wanted a quiet well-broke bombproof horse that had more whoa than go. The hunt began but not real hard, just looking now and then to see if anything caught my eye. Then along came Aussie and he seemed perfect. Perhaps a little taller than I had wanted, but his temperament was exactly what I wanted. He may be big, but he is a pussycat. Nevertheless, when it was time for me to get up in his saddle, I was nervous and asked Farm Girl to lead me around the arena on a leadline.