So poor little Kayla has been fighting a cold for awhile now. On Wednesday morning before school she asked me "what I had on my schedule for the day". I told her just the usual - barn work and house work. She wanted to know if I could get her some throat lozenges during the day and then she'd help me with the cleaning when she got home (yah ... as if THAT was going to happen). I told her I'd try.
While doing the barn I decided I'd like to go for a ride so I decided to ride Skipper up to Lawtons to get Kayla's lozenges. Multi-tasking is wonderful! I saddled him up in my new saddle. Unfortunately the girth is just a tadd too long. The saddle was fine while you were sitting on it but if you tried to mount from the ground it'd slip to the side. No problemos - I had a stool, so off we went. On the way we had to go down a really steep gravel hill and of course the gravel was looser than normal because of all the rain we'd had. Skipper decided he wanted ME to go first so off I hopped and lead him down. I wasn't thinking about getting back on at the time but quickly found out that I'd have to. Now Skipper has been around and is quite a smart little devil. I'd get him lined up beside a rock and as soon as I shifted my body in an effort to get on he'd just step ever so slightly away from me. Next I tried beside a stump. Same thing. Then I got thinking ... I put him beside an old log, which just happened to be in a grassy area and while he was stuffing his face I managed to climb aboard. Off we went to continue the adventure!
We got to Lawtons so I took off his bridle and tied him to a tree so he could eat grass while I nipped in. I think he was hoping that I'd take longer than I did because he wasn't too eager to leave the grass. This time I was smart and lined him up beside a stone wall which had grass at the base of it. Off we went - lozenges in hand. We took the scenic route home and stopped off at my friend's place to see how he was progressing with building his new garage. As usual the work crew came over to see Skipper (or maybe it was ME they were interested in!). It never fails - as soon as I tell anyone that Skipper is 22 they come up with a story about a pony they once had that died. What's up with that?! I think the neighbourhood has the poor fella dead and burried already!
We made it home no problemos. It only took 45 minutes for the whole trip (we did lots of trotting). I'm TOTALLY amazed because my seat bones aren't even tender, let alone sore. I just love my new saddle - and so does my bum!
Here are some pictures of Skipper in his "parking lot".
Nothing else new and exciting around here. I'm on the hunt for a new goose because the darned seagulls have overtaken the place with the untimely demise of Mr. Goose. It's time for drastic measures because they pooped on Kayla's trampoline. VERY traumatic experience for her!
Thu May 06, 2010 9:56 pm
