Right in the middle

Guess I’ll just jump in in the middle of the story. Here we are, in Vermont, and in August it will be two years since my rescue of Apollo. Anyway, he was in Canada for a year, and one year to the day that a gang of four (three friends and I) brought him up to...

So what happened was…

Maybe it all started with the mouse in the toilet. Maybe that’s why I ended up taking on an 18-year old ridden-into-the-ground┬ápure-bred Connemara named at the time Brick.