All of a sudden, it's been over a week since my last post. Whoopsie daisy. (Tonight's craft beer: Abita bourbon something coffee something something.)
Okay, so a recap of the things that have happened since last I wrote:
Trail buddy and I took the beginner rider on her first trail ride off the property last Sunday. The fifteen or twenty minutes spent driving to the hunt club were devoted to quizzing her on the proper response to a horse spooking and a horse bolting. We don't think about these things anymore, but I was taught, a million years ago, to ride at the level of the lowest rider. So we talk about the things that can go wrong and how to salvage the situation.
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| Again, best freaking trail horse ever. |
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| Unless we're about to cross a giant puddle, in which case the Archer needs a lead. |
I'm deeply impressed with her sense and understanding. I've said before that her enthusiasm rejuvenates me, but I really can't speak enough to the passion she's got for riding.
The trail ride went very well. When was the last time you taught someone to trot in the woods? Just think about it. No rails, no trainer, just a few women in the woods on horses.
Because it was so fucking hot and we went about seven miles again, I didn't jump Ox afterwards. Everyone deserves a break.
Later that day, my SIL and two nephews came to town and spent the night with us. Do you know the best way to determine if someone is allergic to cats? Have them spend the night with a cat hoarder. But, for all the coughing and sneezing, it was a great visit. Eventually, both the little christian nephews will be introduced to Harry Potter. Give me time.
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| Someone is horrified by the wind in the trees. |
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| But at least he comes to me now! Carrots, ftw. |
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| Can we talk about how little my saddle pad looks on him? |
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| Note to self: if you stick your thrush-covered finger in your farrier's face as he holds up your horse's hoof, he is liable to stick his hoof knife in yours. Just an FYI. Trail buddy has been loaning me out Thrush Buster because guess who doesn't keep that shit on hand. |
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| Learned recently that the kid who broke Ox decided to tie a barrel to him. Just... wtf. So barrels are still horrifying. |
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| But showers are amazing. |
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| Archie's innocent face. That fucker. |
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| And then Ox ate Archie. The big orange booty doesn't play. |
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10 comments
Sounds busy but fun! Glad you have both boys to enjoy now too!!
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought about the idea of riding with the lowest level in mind. That's actually a pretty valuable tool to remember... And yay for women riding in the woods!!!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're having a blast with friends and ponies, which is how life ought to be. :D
ReplyDeleteLove the new one's face. So cute!
ReplyDeleteTied a barrel to him? What the hell?!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that he's doing well. He's very handsome
Tomorrow Dry Cow Mastitis treatment will clear up thrush in like 2 days. Even severe thrush. It's magic. Highly recommend it. And ouch, that bite looks like it hurt!
ReplyDeleteYour life sounds a lot like mine lately! I'm still working on my OD crewing post (that happened, you know, three weeks ago now...) because I have had exactly ZERO time for blogging! I catch up on my favorite blogs (yours is included in these!) during my 15-30 min rushed lunch break at work and then never get to return to comment! So here is my comment FINALLY to say: I love that you're having so much fun with your old man (though thrush is no fun, but still: you're out riding him and enjoying him!) and OMG Ox is just beyond adorbs. I'm so happy for you that he came into your life! <3
ReplyDeleteBusy is fun, but definitely makes blogging hard! Love that giant blaze!
ReplyDeleteBusy is much better than boring :)
ReplyDeleteSounds like you're busy in a good way! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks!