My darling husband is a firm believer in overkill. I sent him to town to buy a couple of sleds for the kids since all ours had managed to dissapear or get broken. He came home with a huge calf sled. It took the horse Picky awhile to decide that the big black thing chasing after him wasn't going to eat him or attack him on the sly. Robert must have worked with him for a least an hour before deciding it was safe enough to load up the kids.
Carter LOVED it and had a ball. Chase was much less impressed.
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