|"stop trying to take my picture, you nut job, and put me back in my stall."|
I ran up to the house to use BO's phone (because of course I have no service anywhere) and put in an S.O.S. to Hubby. He was kind of, sort of, not really close, but he would still come get me. Really, he had no choice. I wandered back down to the barn to help BM with chores to keep myself amused. I mucked out the nine stalls that needed to get done in the time it took her to turn horses in and out. Then we spent five minutes throwing hay in stalls, dumping buckets, and sweeping. And then there was nothing left to do, and it was only 3pm. So we amused ourselves waiting for Hubby to get there (an hour and a half after I called him and he wasn't anywhere close).
Me: Let's clean the tack room.
BM: Let's put a blanket on this horse. Hmm. She's wet.
Me: That's okay! We'll towel her dry!
BM:We can give the horses in the hole some more hay...
BM: I wonder who that girl was.
Me: How long do you think it will take Hubby to get here?
BM: LOL, look at Cielo play with her tongue.
BM: Let's put blankets on all the horses!
Me: Hey, what are in all these boxes?
Me: Does this look like driving tack?
So. Bored. Finally, around 4:30, Hubby pulled in and we spent the next hour driving home at 20mph. Yay, winter!
|poor little car.|
Today, the arena was free of jumps, poles, and people so I had to take advantage and do another dressage school. Also, it was cold and I didn't feel like setting anything up. So. Lazy.
This was a bad idea. Bobby has appreciated his "no repeats" rides and he was not feeling another dressage work out. Sorry, dude. I didn't even mess with really getting him going like a dressage horse. We ran through some relatively fun exercises at all three gaits, and while tooling around at the canter, I decided to test his flying changes. Every now and then I get the urge because I know they exist inside his giant buffoon body. Today, they were there for the taking! He got five out of the five I asked for without a late change behind or anything. Yay, Robert! Of course, his canter afterwards was atrocious, but we'll get there.
I moved on to cantering him in and out of a spiraling circle which he was doing very well with. We went to go across the diagnol with a simple change and I felt something bump my leg.
|minor tack malfunction. no bigs.|
Apparently I need to check my girth five times, and not the four times I check it before doing any sort of work. I mean, really. That's just ridiculous. I ended up just cooling him out bareback.
Here is the beast one month ago, after a month of vacation:
Here he is today, after a month of being back in work:
|best clip job ever.|
|"pretty sure i heard a cookie. no? pretty sure you|
should give me one anyway."