The Thoroughbred Invasion, Schooling at SSF
If you’re on a horse, you’ve already won.
Awareness of the outside world. Tired.
First Group Trip!
First Group Off-Property Ride!
When we arrived at Stepping Stone Farm, a rain squall had blown in. So we popped them into the round pen. Cue attack of the zoomies. They ran. They bucked and reared. They exchanged play bites. They even ignored the haynet in order to frolic. Because, what, they don’t have a chance to do this 24/7?
They were fun to watch.
We finally decided that winding down was not an option. In the trailer photo, Milton’s sweat is from antics, not riding.
We tacked up and got on. Major Milestone! Two of us on our horses somewhere else. I can’t think of the last time this happened. It would have been with Previous Horse, so at least 11 years ago. Tempus fugit.
We walked hither and yon. Around the outside of the round pen. Next to the ring. Up the driveway. All walk. No jigging. No fussing. Milton took a long look at a lot of scary things. Afterwards, we took a few passes of trot in the round pen. At least, Milton did. Rodney claimed his feet had still not adjusted to his new shoes and the best he could do was a slow shuffle. This was the same horse running in circles an hour earlier. This is why I am sometimes somewhat less than sympathetic to his shoe drama.
Props to the field horses. The remained uninterested in us and failed to run around causing havoc. Yay!
Rodney continues to be bizarrely brave. Walk past scary, blue plastic, garbage cans? Check. Walk past stumps? Check. Over logs? Check. Charge down hill? Check. The only thing he didn’t like was walking around the side field following the manure spreader track. He acted as if we so far from home we risked falling off the edge of the world. Beneath his dignity to walk on used shavings?
Not that Rodney was completely covering himself with glory. Several times he yanked the reins out of my hands to eat grass. This is new. I felt like a beginner kid on a school pony. Underneath all of that anxiety lies a deep well of rudeness. Good to know.
Rodney was wonderfully calm but scored poorly on general steering and listening to rider. In fact, he was being such a mullethead that I got so annoyed that I forgot to be excited that we were there at all. Way to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, Rodney!
Stay safe. Stay sane.