The midnight ride of Danni and George

You know who your true friends are when: 

1) they get a kick out of helping you kick down cholla cactus...

2) they watch your herd as closely as you do to make sure nobody's eating locoweed...

3) then they help extricate the leg you've caught on the cactus you were kicking
(which didn't fall over as easily as you thought it would,

causing your jeans to get impaled, which then made you fall flat on your butt)

4) but not before taking embarassing documentary evidence that you can post on your blog.

Where would I be without my friend?

Did I mention she's not afraid of hanging out in the pasture with us in the dark?

I was busy trying to capture Alan's sweet face in the picture above
when I sort of heard Danni ask me something. "Do you think...stand still...?"

Me: What did you say, Danni?

Then I looked over... 

Me: Oh. Were you asking if George would stand still 

while you used the bumper to climb on his back?

Me: I guess he will!

And with that, they rode off into the sunset.

Kidding. Sort of.

Me: Umm...excuse me, Danni, but you don't have any reins to control him 

and remember all that cactus?  

Danni: Reins? We don't need no stinkin' reins!

They turned back around and decided to wait until the sun comes up to go for their second ride.