Unless you want to hear about how I had to do a three point turn in the middle of oncoming traffic. That was awesome.
Or not. Fuck you, Rochester.
|when your self loading horse thinks you're taking too|
long to get things around and tries to put himself on the
trailer to speed things up but doesn't realize he's still tied.
I know sometimes it can be hard to imagine why I've kept Bobby around this long when I can go on a good long run of posts about what a tool he's being. In the end, theatrics make for better blog fodder, and while not the most enjoyable thing to ride through, they're really not dangerous or difficult. Annoying as shit and getting me thinking about horse murdering land, yes, but in the grand scheme of things, he could always be worse.
|never dramatic. doesn't know what you're talking about.|
This isn't a Bobby shaming post though. It's a picture dump of our first time exploring (a small section of) a vast trail system in our area that caters to pony pants.
|the gently rolling hills are going to do wonders|
for a booty.
Bobby hadn't been on the trailer since the first weekend of October last year, but he strolled right on when I brought him out. He hauled quietly, calmly backed off the trailer, and stood with a hind foot cocked munching on hay while checking out the scenery and watching two dressage riders head out on their horses without making a peep. He waited patiently while I mounted, and then happily meandered across the road and out onto the trails on the buckle.
This place is gorgeous. It goes on forever and ever, but the trails are horribly marked. I kept doubling back and shooting off onto random trails looking for my red markers, but ended up not having any luck finding the entire trail. Fortunately, the land just goes on forever and ever and we spent two hours exploring. Mostly walking since Bobby may be Hulk but he's not ready to go out and run a marathon, but we also got in a good long trot and a few strong canters.
|the only place you weren't allowed to wander|
was down to the ponds themselves.
We passed a horse lady walking her dog a couple times by criss-crossing our paths, and she was like, "Your horse looks so good for this time of year!" Why thank you, random lady. For all the work Bobby did with all the varied terrain, he never took a deep breath and came back to the trailer only a little damp under his saddle.
|still a little muddy out in spots from the heavy|
rains over the weekend.
So, yes. Bobby may be a colossal asshole at times, but while I want a horse that can be competitive in the show ring--which Bobby has proven time after time he is--I also place significant importance on a horse I can drag out of his stall and do things like this with whenever I want. He might not have the greatest work ethic when he's doing something he doesn't like, but he's as versatile as they come (gaming champion anyone?) and plugs along in brand new places without a worry in the world.
|"can't talk, trying to figure out this fucking slow feed hay net. bitch."|