Bus Stop, Again
It’s amazing how difficult it is to get the kids pickup up with horses.
I had plans, hopes, dreams. Then we had a week of rain. Not going to complain about that. Also not going to ride clear to the highway in it. Aside from that it’s been cold, or windy, or hot, or just plain too busy. This is supposed to be fun. I’m not going to torture us all by being tough and doing it despite discomfort.
Yesterday things finally came together. It was warm but not hot. And not particularly busy.
The horses came in happily. I got everything saddled and we were off. Jerry got to stay on a line. When they came in happily I let her through the gate loose and she left to find some good grazing. I wasn’t going to mess around with that. The girls have this whole thing figured out and lead beautifully. Rusty was having trouble with his breathing. Yay. So we kept it to a sedate walk. The vet said exercise would only help his lungs and not to quit working him when he’s having trouble. But that didn’t mean he was up to anything but a walk.
We got to the highway minutes before the bus got there and with no drama. It was a pleasant change from usual.
The neighbor boys who had been over to ride last weekend came and petted the horses, drooling jealously over my kids getting to ride home. I think that makes my kids appreciate me picking them up a little more. Nothing more fun than having your friends envy you.
As we all plodded towards home the kids got their horses together to whisper secrets I wasn’t supposed to hear. My son had fun trotting ahead. His little mare, Lady, is an amazingly good horse. I really can not over state how very good she is. She trotted along in a halter, towards home in the prettiest slow collected jog stopping immediately when asked and standing quietly to wait for the rest of us.
Jerry was, is, great too. Her rider never wants to go above a walk though so she doesn’t demonstrate it as clearly. Except by happily going along at a slow walk. Well behaved but not near as flashy.
My son decided to get off and walk the very last little bit home. He got to the trailer to tell me that he had acted sad and Lady had cuddled up to him to comfort him. Once again, the perfect little mare.
