Nova and I participated in the Kansas City Regional Fox Trotter Horse Club's spring show on a glorious Saturday.

We entered five events and got ribbons in three.

Nova and I got first in the trail class only because we made the least mistakes. Everyone that participated blew the gate. That's the gate that rider has to open, horse has to go thru and rider has to close the gate.  We did all that, but sadly had to let go of the gate several times when Nova thought the gate wasn't safe enough for me to touch it and scooted away. I was glad that she was thinking about my safety.

We did do the mail box perfectly.  We clomped over the poles...Nova wanted to touch the logs with her hooves to seek out just what they felt like.  We backed thru the three cones fairly well, just touching one...not knocking it down.

Nova went over the bridge in a superior manner and then stopped and backed like the pro she is.

Nova has a wonderful slow and rolling canter. We placed 2nd in Fox Trot Open -Will Canter.

We got third in Western Pleasure.

We were grateful to get the ribbons, grateful to the young handsome judge- Lane Patterson, grateful to all the people that organized the show and the young good looking announcer- Andy Odor.

We were grateful that the day ended with a splendid outing.

Oh wait, the drive home was especially splendid as I was stopped by the police.  I turned into a horse shopping place, Feldman's, and noticed a police car following me with flashing lights.  My rear trailer tack door is hard to get shut and often comes swinging open as I travel down the road.  That's what I thought had happened.  I stopped the truck and leaped out on my way to the door. I noticed that there were two police cars parked behind the trailer.  What the heck!  The policeman - about 14 years old - held up a hand and stopped me.  I tried again to go forward again.  He stopped me again.  I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he was talking on his remote speaker device. 

So, I decided that maybe it wasn't the trailer door that was open. Then I tried to open the rear door of my truck and that made him nervous again.  He kept telling me to get me back into my truck.  How silly was that.  I had to find my purse with the license.  He finally got the point across that I might be dangerous and had to get into my truck.  I flinched back and leaned on my seat.  That was when he asked me if I had any weapons. I got into the truck. 

Finally he told me that my license plate appeared to be expired.  NO WAY!  We marched together to the front of the truck and stared at the 2008 license plate.  "Huh", thought I.

I got back into the truck.  I ask permission to get out of the truck and get my purse on the passenger side floor.  I gave him my driver's license as we were marching back to the driver's side.  Then I had to find my insurance card.  I had all my cards-duplicates for 2006, 2007 and 2008.  We looked at all of them. Finally as he was walking away, I looked in the new place that I now keep the insurance card and sang out that I had the card.  I got out again.

Again he told me to get back in the truck and wait.  This time I obeyed, but I kept the door open. After all, I was going shopping at Feldman's when this was over.

The two police cars pulled away and I went into Feldmans. My "police event" had attracted a lot of attention from fellow Feldman shoppers. They couldn't believe that I had two police cars all that time for an expired plate.  I told them that I had looked dangerous.  We all whooped.

I probably did look dangerous with fly away hair, reddish sunburned face and dirt stained rumpled show clothes. I probably was somewhat dehydrated as I just really didn't want to get back into the truck! I believe that the policeman was a young trainee and that the 2nd police support was the mentor.

Today as I was cleaning out the truck, I found the 2009 license plate buried under about a year of accumulated stuff. There it WAS! Good GAD.