I can't believe how long it's taken me to post on this, but last Friday The Boy cut out of work early and joined me for an afternoon at the barn. Admittedly, I didn't really disclose that most of the time would be spent picking scabs off the girls' totally disgusting fungus legs, but I wasn't about to submarine his enthusiasm about joining me.
He ended up being totally helpful in the scab removal process - but he did request to operate the hose as opposed to squat down and pick at scabs. (I did not begrudge him that preference at all).
Anyway, with the gross chores out of the way I managed to talk him into actually getting on a horse. This is a rare occurrence and over the course of our relationship has happened only twice. The first time was down at a Mountain Trail clinic when he asked if he could sit on Pia. This was early in P's reeducation and I was leery, but couldn't say no. So he sat on her... For a total of like 10 seconds.
The second time was back down at another Mountain Trail clinic when he legged up on Pia's first boyfriend (a very sad looking, tiny odd little paint). We went for a 30 minute ride out in a giant field, but The Boy was not exactly thrilled or pleased about it.
THEN, this happened. We grabbed one of S's current lesson horses and he (willingly) got on. He steered him all around. Trotted a little and even asked things like "what should my leg do when I'm asking him to turn?"
I mean really. Even if this only happens once every five years, the photo ops are worth it.
Also- full disclaimer, I scoured the barn for a helmet that would fit his apparently abnormally giant head, but we found nothing. So he's bare-headed.
Biased as I am, this man cuts a nice line on a horse if I do say so myself. And rest assured, I am already scheming ways to replicate the outing...
I am also pleased to see that horrifically long reins seem to run in our family.. Any future children with any future riding interests are doomed.