|getting off to open the "gate" at the neighbors, where bobby |
saw his first SHEEP! his was impressed.
|sarah tries to get ahold of anyone while horsie comes back to |
hang out with bobby and blackberry.
My trusty guide hadn't been out on the trails for two years, so she was not so trusty at all. We did a lot of guess work and made sure to stay far away from Posted signs and ended up circling back twice. She eventually figured out where she wanted to go and we had a long trot up a hill, much to Bobby's dislike. Oh, well, Fatty. Your stifles need work anyway. We walked for an hour after that, then on our final leg, Sarah turned Blackberry loose and let him gallop up a long but very low grade hill. Bobby started trotting after him, so I let him have his head and he cantered up it with amazingly little labor.
Bobby was retired because he bled heavily his last two races. His breathing is about 85 percent. He doesn't have heaves, he doesn't roar, he just has to work a little harder than most. I'm going to get him nasal strips to compete in to get him a hundred percent, and he'll look like a loser going BN in them, but that's ok.
|drying off his sweaty face. he loffed it.|