We wandered a bit in the open desert before she went back to the road. She's really more comfortable on a path ... she's not the "choose your own adventure" type girl.
I chatted, Morgie snacked. Morgan worried about the neighbor's dogs, I comforted. I opened the gate, Morgan closed it and headed towards the tack shed.
A perfectly typical morning with Morgan. No muss, no fuss, no drama. Just a pleasant time peering through perfectly shaped ears.
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