The love affair that I had with my favorite ex husband, John, was made all the happier because of the addition of his two daughters, Dominique and Wendy.
We had a small Arabian Horse Ranch, which was really more of a hobby, and a big yellow dog we rescued from the pound named Wrecker. It was there that I fell in love with Dominique. She taught me how to ride horses. Not until much later did I discover that Arabians are the kind of horses full of fire, meant for endurance and long days in the hot desert sun. Dominique told me one day, "Just put on this bare back pad and the reins, then let's go gallop the horses on the trail on the longest flat stretch we can find. Just lean forward, grab onto the mane and you'll be fine." Luckily she had a Step-Mom that would fall for just about any scheme she could dream up.
|Dominique with Angel. She's not even wearing a bare back pad!|
|As You may have guessed, the address of the Ranch was 29105. Can't pull anything over on this crowd.|
|Here is where some of the ashes of our dear sweet Dominique reside. Beautiful plant!|
|Wendy's daughter, Lauren. You can see the horse workout arena in the background.|