|even the best backdrop i could come up with|
can't make bobby look dreamy
I barely had my leg over Bobby's back before he was plowing off into the drifts, out on his own Bobby mission. I'm glad I have a horse that loves snow rides as much as I do, although I do wish he'd keep the porpoising in the canter to a minimum.
|just really loves snow, okay?|
We strolled around for awhile, enjoying the beauty of nature and occasionally getting offended when snow dropped from the trees onto us. I eventually jumped off, hung up my quarter sheet on a jump, and sent Bobby off to be photographed.
|"wait, where are you going?"|
|distracted by having to stuff his face back in the snow.|
When I was done, I kicked the snow off one of the log jumps and lined Bobby up so I could get back on. Bobby kept stepping forward to try to eat tree branches right as I was about to jump up, but I eventually got him wrangled to where I needed him. Or so I thought.
I don't know if this counts as a fall, but it was bound to happen with my last post. I pushed off with one foot while swinging the other one over, but the foot still on the log slid on the snow and I crashed down underneath my poor, tolerant horse. He stood there like a statue while I laughed hysterically until he finally took one careful step sideways and looked back at me like, "What in the actual fuck are you doing down there?"
|"y u so stupid, human?"|
I brought him around to the other side of the log which was a bit taller, and after some exceptionally awkward scrambling, I was able to shimmy my way back aboard. Poor, poor Bobby.
|"y u so ugly, bobby?"|
We spent another ten minutes out wandering around before heading in. I stuffed half a bag of butterscotch candies down his throat and then sent him out front to hang with his boyfriend for the day.
|how can you not ride in this?|