But that makes for a much too long title.
It was nasty muggy and hot out yesterday. I was kind of okay with this because it meant that it was finally hot enough to give my disgustingly dirty, hairy, pee soaked horse a bath. I can't wait to clip him and sheet him. I love grooming, but not when you see zero results afterwards.
Bobby though? Bobby was like some bitchy white girl that was all, "I can't. I just...it's too hot. I literally cannot."
|"where's my scarf and PSL to go with these fleece boots?"|
So in the continuing spirit of doing fun things instead of real work things, I set up a simple 2'6" vertical with a flower box under it (not that he would find such a thing scary, as he was busy eating the fake flowers out of the other box). Then I eyed up the three traffic barrels in the corner. Stand them up together to make a big orange vertical thing? Meh. Too ambitious for the gross weather and sleepy horse. Instead I rolled them out on their sides one stride apart apiece without poles to secure them (just to make Beka pull her hair out).
|straightness is our middle name|
After getting Bobby feeling a little more
It took a couple more tries for him to catch on to what I was asking. He wasn't being naughty at all, it was just like he was confused about where the fuck I wanted his feet to go. But it didn't take long at all before it simply clicked in his head and he cantered excitedly through.
Such a game dude. He really makes accuracy questions easy for me because he's always looking for a jump to go over.
After running through those, we did the little vertical twice each way by itself before calling it quits after all of twenty minutes of riding.
I was more excited to suds up the ponito than I was to ride, I'm not going to lie. Unfortunately I stupidly left my camera back in my car and then was too lazy to walk back down to get it, so you miss out on Fat Horse in a Little Irish Knit pictures.
However, I can deliver some Clean Horse in Awkward Poses pictures to close this out: