My big red goober gets called lots of things, all terms of endearment. But he does look particularly fancy in his new halter, a lovely gift from Kate last week:
Last week was extremely busy so short on rides, but Lance and I are back on track this week. I wasn't sure I'd get to dance today, so I turned him out for about ten minutes between ferrying my son to and from activities. What I would have given for a video of what happened! When I turned Lance loose he spun around to take off – and lost his balance, landing hard enough on his side that he rolled completely over. He scrambled up and just stood there facing away from me. He coughed a couple times but otherwise didn't move, making me wonder if he had actually hurt himself. Then, all of sudden, he took off, bucking and running to the far end of the arena. I think he was a bit stunned – or maybe embarrassed!
After my son's fencing class, I did get a ride in – and my son rode, too. He really wanted to ride Oliver, perhaps because Rick has determined that Breezy's cancer has taken off again and she'll need to be put down soon. Brian did really well with Ollie, who can be a nut-case sometimes. We'll see if the interest in riding continues, or fades quickly as it has in the past.