|ninety percent of the time i walk into the barn, this is what i find.|
dude loves his naps.
I went down this morning to make sure everything was in order for me to leave, I dropped off clean polos.....and I rode. Whoops. The LF was a little loose, but not jangling/ nails ready to pop out loose and I don't mind riding with a back shoe gone. So I tacked up with the plan to w/t maybe canter around the outdoor.
|clearly an exhausting proposition.|
I put him on his circle and we did our transitions, but with so much stretch I was having to hide my giddiness from J who was brush hogging the field right next to us. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm a little batty as it is, so giggling to myself when alone in a giant arena was not going to help my cause. But yay stretch!
Then I was like, "I dunno, Robert. You feel puh-retty good to me, and there's a whole course of baby jumps set up..." Then we jumped all the things. Whoops.
|dayum. do you follow?|
Two medium sized cross rails, one 2' vertical in the three stride line (that actually rode in three because Bobby was loping along "jumping" these as a canter stride), the picket fence (2'3", the grey line), and a 2'6" vertical (the black line). No refusals, no rails, no fuss--which is as it should be for such tiny fences, but he was in a bit with no martingale. We'll call that a win, bitches.
"no, i do not know that word."
To finish our daily nonsense, inspired by Yankee, I tried to get Bobby to take his between-the-legs carrot stretch down to a full bow. He was so confused.
Me: Come and get the cookiez!
Bobby: Yayyy! I lovez the cookiez!
Me: Now bend this left leg a little more...
Bobby: LOLZ, my legz. They do the funny things.
Bobby: I almost fell over! Where iz the cookiez?
Me: Right here, stupid. A for effort, F- for brains.
|"you put your left foot here, and your right foot there."|
"wait. say what?!"
So that will need work.....