|Wednesday, waiting to be brought in for dinner.|
|tb/mule x already not looking so chunky.|
We meandered down the trail a bit for a cool out with zero fuss from Bobby.
|see that teeny, tiny blue dot? that's bobby. |
and i'd already walked half the field at this point!
|"what? you just walked a mile. you can walk a little farther."|
|at the head of the pack for the first time in his life.|
I was SO COLD starting our ride that my legs hurt and I couldn't feel my fingers. Consequently, we started off on a bit of a disconnect and I let him dope along on the buckle over some ground poles for awhile until I'd beaten some feeling back into my legs and started trotting. We were all over the place until three different girls came into the lounge area to eat their lunch and "observe". (It's Christmas break. The barn is filled with children and teenagers. I may go into isolation soon. Kids and I don't mesh.) Bobby was pumped. His thinking was, "Look! The people came to watch me because they think I'm the fanciest pony in the whole world. I have to prove them right." And proceeded to start going like I'd been working him effectively for twenty minutes. Whatever. If he wants to show off, that's fine with me.
|look how hard we're working!|
We did lots of trot-halt-back-trot transition in both ways and a million circles before calling it quits and hacking back out to the hills for about twenty minutes.