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Sarah put his sheet on for me Friday and Bobby celebrated by covering every inch of exposed body in mud. He was disgusting. I pulled his braids out and spent twenty minutes currying him and picking rocks out of his feet. Nothing like mud, stones, and shedding hair to celebrate the coming Spring!
Bobby had four days off, was ridden for fifteen minutes Wednesday, and then had four more days off so I figured what better way to come back into work than with a trail ride in his ultra-mild dressage bit. You did get the memo that being an 8yo means no more Baby Horsie card, right Robert? He was power walking as soon as I got on which made me second guess my bit choice as this is a horse that goes through life with the motto, "Why goes fast when you can go slow?" However, he was a perfect gentleman the entire time. I couldn't find my camera at home, so instead of boring between the ears pictures.... there's between the ears helmet cam! Yay!
Getting too excited about approaching his first gallop hill he forgot that he knows how to steer and we ran over a tree branch:
He used his butt so well coming down this hill. Usually we go down it sideways and gazing off in every direction. I was so proud of him. I then asked him to step down into the creek instead of going around the telephone pole and walking down the easy little slope into it. Bobby thought it would be a better idea if he just jumped in.
My favorite galloping hill:
Since Bobby was being such a star with hills, I thought we could finally tackle riding down the monster hill across the road. Hills terrify me, but especially this one. Bobby strolls right down it when I lead him down beside me so it's undoubtably all me. I turned Bobby down the trail and immediately leaned back and hauled on his reins. He obviously stopped. Pulling back is not the ideal for going forward. Bobby then gave me The Look. The one he shoots me when he thinks I'm being a serious ass hat. And then he made the executive decision that I should get my sorry self off his back and walk us down. Good call, dude.
We got back to the barn and I pulled his mane finally. Pulled mane and a new bit (that already got here!) for your birthday? Poor pony. I made it up to him with a few handfuls of sweet feed mixed with apples and peppermints. The vet comes out Thursday for his shots and teeth and the joints talk. Maybe a dressage ride tomorrow?