Lattie Taught Me to Let Go. Harry Trotter is Teaching Me to Wait.
I felt the calling to return the blog to my horses. So, for this week, nostalgia wins! My horse trainer and I have spent countless hours since Lattie passed in April pounding the pavement in search of Harry Trotter’s next best friend. I use “best friend” a little tongue-in-cheek because Lattie was never particularly fond of Harry. Harry, for his part, was perfectly willing to be friends. Their relationship was,…


