John and I spent yesterday scouting out boarding places for Harley. I went back to one spot (holding my post-surgery sore side over bumps and potholes) which looks pretty nice. I hope they like him and us! I don't see how I will be able to bike to work though, if I have to go muck his stall every day. Ah well, that's the price you pay, I guess. We'll see how this all works it, indeed, if we can work it all out. Worse case scenario, we'd have to give him back. But what fun we could have!