Zelda looked hopeful when I arrived at the barn. It was close enough to dinner time that she assumed that was why I was there.Once she figured out I was there to — gasp — ride, she decided to play hard to get.The snow was too deep for me to chase her. I resorted to bribery. The bait? A single, small hay cube. At first, she looked skeptical.Miraculously, it worked. Zelda cannot resist a snack. Even a small one.
