Well, well, well! Long time no talk! I wish I could say I’ve been down in Florida competing in the Wellington Classic, but alas…that would be a lie and I try not to do things as evil as that.
Unless you’re my mom, and then I’ll lie to you through my straight white teeth!
Like yesterday. She came out all excited to ride me. Something about it being her day-of-birth and also a day-off from work. Well, I told her my back hurt. Which was partially true, but the real truth was I was just plain itchy. She put my rug back on wrong the other day, methinks, which combed the last bit of my mane down near my withers to the wrong side. It hurt a little, maybe, but I was more itchy than anything. Regardless, the saddle pad tickled me just enough that my show of trying to shake off the saddle repeatedly got my point across.
It worked, because then she just spent a half hour itchy my itchies.
Life is good.
Actually, that’s a lie. There’s too much snow and I’m through with it. 2 feet the other day on top of the 2 feet that were already on the ground, and as I type it’s raining. I am not amused, mother is not amused, and I don’t think anyone else is, either.
Hmm, what else? With the weather being what it’s been (cold and snowy,) February was basically vacation for me. Mom made it out not much more than once a week, it was so bitter. I enjoyed the rest and relaxation, but am glad I’m starting to see her more often lately. I’ve really impressed her by behaving myself so well with all of the time off. I’m understanding leg yielding, shoulder in, bending and giving to the bit and coming round and using myself more than ever, and t’other day even cantered the entire length of the longside. She’s started really emphasizing the leg-yielding lately, too – making sure I’m crossing in front and staying straight. Something about working towards half-pass…?
I’ll leave you with this really boring video. Mom started the black box before our ride and just left it on the mounting block, so half the video there was no sight of us and the other half we were just doing the same thing anyway. Ma edited it so the blank spaces are all out, but it’s still pretty dull…as in, once you’ve seen the first ten seconds you’ve seen it all. Whatever. I don’t get it, but Ma says it helps her to know “where she’s at.”
Uh, d’uh. You’re on top of my back.
But, oh, well. Just keep the cookies coming and I’ll keep on-a-trottin’.
Until next time,