Wednesday was a beautiful day here on the island. Windy (of course) but sunny. I finished up the barn chores and decided to go to the post office and check the mail. SO I RODE SKIPPER! HA HA! :cowgirlride.gi
I saddled up, put on my saddle bags (not the ones of my legs!) and started off going up the old railway bed. Skipper is great because not much phases him - except for the kids' toys that were underneath one of the evergreen trees at the end of the track. He REALLY didn't like them! It took about 1/2 hour of walk/jog to get to the post office. I tied him to the deck of the Orangeman's Hall, took off my helmet and went in to check my box. It was pretty funny seeing the looks on people's faces when they pulled into the parking lot and got out of their cars. They'd get out, look around, SPOT THE PONY, look again and then go in and get their mail. Made me giggle!
I put my mail in my saddlebags and we headed home. Skipper was full of piss and vinegar because he knew he was going back to the barn, so I decided to see just how fast this little white pony could go. :moose.gif: Well let me tell you, he can MOVE! Nothing gets in his way - he even ran through puddles. What a hoot it was! I didn't let him run for long though because both of us are very out of shape. It only took us 15 minutes to get home. I felt like I was part of the Pony Express and about 20 years younger. There's something about riding a pony that makes you feel like a kid again!
When we got home I cooled him out, gave him an apple and put him back with his little buddy. Of coure he HAD to roll in the black mud so he's lookin' right sum purdy about now (not up to Dawson's standards though).
Later that night I could barely move without the left side of my back killing me. I told Lord Gord about my pain and what caused it and all he did was LAUGH.
Guess I wasn't getting any sympathy from him.
Fri Mar 12, 2010 10:52 am
