|View from the indoor riding ring towards the south and Willy's pen|
It was nice to get Willy and groom him, the whole barn was vacant and I left the radio off so it was just the sound of wind blowing and the methodical sound of the curry comb that I was listening to. Willy was particularly dusty today, each curry brought up more dirt on his coat. I worked extra hard with the flick brush, going over the coat multiple times trying to get the dirt out of his hair. I undid the braids in his mane, he had what looked like the remnants of a running braid that was beginning to turn into knots. I got out the comb and tried to comb through some sections but decided that with the breeze going through the ring it was a losing battle. I finished tacking him up and then led him out to the smaller outdoor ring.
We walked and trotted a little in the ring. Willy wasn't really wanting to move forward much and I was too tired to keep my leg on him with any force so I led him out of the ring into the area around the arena in hopes that we could walk around the arena with a little more momentum. It worked. We mainly walked and trotted and I continued to work on halts with him. It really is a struggle but as we continued he got quicker and quicker in his stop response. I then had him canter up the slopes a few time, I think we both enjoyed that! The canter is certainly my favorite gait but I think it's most peoples. Of course Willy is not very collected so it's not as smooth and balanced as it could be but I'm not a horse trainer and don't know how to work on him with collection issues. Most Sundays I just want to hang around a horse and have fun.
|Itchy, itchy, itchy!|
|Ah yes, right there...got it!|
After riding for a bit I took him into the indoor ring and rubbed him down, gave him a couple carrots and led him back to his run. He did his usual scratching motions, twisting around to reach his rear legs like a dog would. I laughed at him and told him the Native Americans were accurate in calling horses big dogs, since they didn't have a word for horse. Willy was so cute, in between scratches he came over to sniff at me as I squatted down to get a better vantage point of his antics.
|The Mystery Horse|
I love how worries and even tiredness go away when I'm with a horse. A sweet soft muzzle touches my hand and I am transported to a simple world of hay, leather and warmth. Even when the ride is not "perfect" a day with a horse beats any day without one.