So, summer is a hot one right now and Takoda and I have had some excellent adventures so far. Several more trail rides and some arena time with friends and their own new ponies :)
Soooooo happy right now with barn life and all that goes along with it.
Other new stuff we have done includes working toward bridge crossing - have done so from the ground twice (well, across then back and then again cross then back) - so four times for real? He tried to rush it but didn't totally freak out. We'll keep working at this before we do it under saddle.
Baths. LOL. Started this out rather slowly because I don't think he ever encountered a hose in his life before he met me. First just the feet on the "mist" setting. Then the feet and legs. Then upwards, getting the chest too and then the shoulders, neck and we even added some shampoo to the mix... These were all in separate sessions. Finally this week we got to the whole body with the hose and today a quick bath including washing the tail. Water is not the Devil, see?
We are working on leading on the trail. He is not a natural leader. If he is second in line, he is cool "You show me" seems to be his motto. Now, if he is familiar and knows where he is going he might pick up the lead for a bit. But, his confidence needs building and we gotta work on it because we ride with all these bitchy mares and some days they feel like leading and others they just don't. LOL.
We are working to understand that the back side of the barn does not consist of the end of the world where pigs fly and have fangs or the entire bottom of the world will fall out and into a black hole... Jeez. Damn horses have some crazy ideas.
He is filling out nicely. The farrier was impressed from last visit to this one. Getting some nice muscle and his coat is looking much more sleek. He has a lovely coloring of some sort of cross between sort of flea bitten and a promise of dapple. It is the oddest thing and most decidedly different. Sam has promised us a photo shoot.
So, it is hot, I have a healthy horse, he has pasture friends and life is good. People tease me about how he is the horse equivalent of one of Angelina's adopted kids having gone from standing in a field, to catching a horse trader's eye, to getting personal feed bags made everyday and fresh carrots whenever mom walks into the barn.
In Loving Memory
...of the first horse to hold my heart