|poor starving ponies locked off of grass!|
until 6:30. don't be fooled.
|"you come to me. and you bring me the cookies."|
|little tiny jumps.|
We did some w/t/stretchy trot/c/canter lengthenings. BO even commented on how much more muscular Bobby looks. Walked around a bit more while lessoner went back and forth over the X, then joined her in some flying changes. Parked it in the corner and watched her and her mare go careening over the line and then snuck in and loped over it like a hunter a few times. I was bummed the jumps were so small, but I was really happy with Bobby for not giving a fuck. Late last year, he was all, "Tiny jump? WATCH ME KILL THIS TINY JUMP!! I JUST SHOWED THAT TINY JUMP!!"
|maybe buttercup ears helped channel the calm. poor dude.|
|riding back to his paddock. such a good pony face.|