Tater got to have yesterday off as it seems somewhere along the way, a stomach bug invaded my system and completely left me unable to do more than drool on myself while sitting on the couch. Yep. It wuz THAT pathetic around here.
Today dawned bright and cold (OK- cold for HERE- temp this morning when we rolled out of the sack was a brisk 32*.) Today Tater went back to school. Tomorrow the goal is for me to get ON him, so today Tater and I messed around with a couple of changes. He moved his front end away from me in both directions on request, backed at a mere light suggestion, and walked like a wonderful gentleman to the mailbox.
We incorporated a snaffle bit today. And I wound up getting bored so to the mounting stump we went... and I laid over his back. Tater thought I had lost my ever loving mind, but he stood rock still.
Might be a brain growing in there afterall. Have to see how he does tomorrow. Riding will be kept short- as I laid over him today, I could really feel fully how much muscle he needs to build all along his topline. He has been gaining weight and growing while here, but he still has a long, long way to go. I'm not real fond of the idea of riding him while he is downhill, but 5 minuets here and there will do his brain some good.
Phat Boy watched all the action. He was smug while seeing Tater work outside the paddock but when we went in to the mounting stump, Phat Boy had to come and check the situation out. Phat Boy being Phat Boy, he stayed with his rump to the gate, watching me intently. You'd almost think he was jealous or something.
After I slipped down from the stump, Tater got hooked to the Patience Tree and despite being weak as a sick kitten... I had to. I could not resist. Phat Boy beckoned with his big brown eyes and broad back... and I crawled up on him. A ten minute walk around on the back of my favorite red man did wonders for both of us. Perching up on that chunky pony sure feels like "home".
I've been lucky. Most of my life, I've been able to ride and spend time with some really amazing horses. But there are very, very few who feel like "Home" when you're up there. After old Jack died, it seemed like that "home" feeling would be just a memory.
But we got lucky again, and one red fellow fits the bill perfectly.
Right- enough rambling from an overtired still recovering mind. Happy Trails everyone!
~MM
6 comments:
yuck sounds like the bug that laid me low on the weekend! Makes you wanna say "uncle" pretty fast!Yay for a spin on the Phat boy
Isn't it amazing? We grumble and complain about those fat ponies, but there are some that you just snuggle into like a comfy couch. Jesse doesn't FEEL wide; she just LOOKS it. Washoe is a very comfortable ride now, but not that homey feeling. So glad you get that chance again! Tator will be amazing when you get done.
Feel better soon,
Bionic Cowgirl
No kidding FV. It was all I could do yesterday to be upright for more than 5 minutes at a time. Better today but sure am tired after trying to push through the day.
BC, I never really thought that "home" feeling would ever be there again. I tried and tried to resist Phat Boy worming his way into my heart- he was *supposed* to be for the Locust Brothers. While they all do well together, it seems that the more time passes, Phat Boy and I are bonding tighter and tighter. Dear Husband says I need to just give in-- Phat Boy has claimed me for his own. Sure could be a lot worse!! :)
First, please note it now says "A vistor from Winder, GA". YAY! I really have moved and am not just dreaming!
Now, Good Boy, Tater! I cannot wait until ALL my ponies are home!
My first "home" horse was Sundee, Coyote Belles mother. After her death, I went through a few horses, and now have another "home" horse... my B boy. Funny, both horses are black.
Sure hope you're feeling all the way better now! And so glad you found another "home" :)
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