|P, heading the speed limit...|
I didn't mind P's laziness, as the BO was giving her 18 year old son a lunge line lesson at the other end of the ring. Apparently he's "learning dressage" for his senior project in high school, so for the next 3 weeks he's taking lessons twice a day and somehow the BO managed to convince him that feeding and cleaning stalls is a critical part of the process. :)
When the lesson was over, I unhooked P and let her wander loose. Apparently the sleepy jog was all an act and she let it rip. Holy hell, I haven't seen her move like that in a WHILE. She was full on moving. Galloping long sides, slide stops, spinning, bucking, galloping...(This mare does not look neurologic in the slightest...) Of course it only took about 2.4 minutes for her to exhaust herself at which point she (in typical fashion) wandered over to me and just stuck her face under my arm (cute mare).
We cooled out working on our halterless groundwork and then I let the mare graze. We had to be a bit creative since the paddocks were sprayed with moss killer and are apparently still totally toxic (ew).
Pia settled for a strip of grass along the driveway and we hung out until the flies got too bothersome and a horse eating weed eater threatened our safety (so she thought).
|I frigging love where I live|
If I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean
And if I had a pony, I'd ride it on my boat...
I'm a nerd I know.
Anyway, the trailer guy just called and we have a fully tuned trailer with new brakes and freshly packed bearings all set for the trip. P will be fluffed and buffed and there's just a few things left to grab..
|I will miss this barn|