LV and the two of them were good friends. Though they couldn't communicate with words there seemed to be an uncanny level of communication between them.
Ridge had been a race horse before he went to LV's home and he still loved to run. All he had to do was hear another horse and his racing spirit came alive again. It wasn't uncommon to see the two of them enjoying the wind in their face as they sped to where ever they needed to go.
But the instant I stepped on LV's buggy Ridge knew he could walk where ever we were going and that there was no use trying to trot as long as I was in the buggy.
We used to try to make our rides last as long as possible and Ridge seemed happy to oblige. He could run all he wanted to during the week, but on Sunday evening he was honored to provide long rides to his young master who was only beginning his courting years.