"Get Rusty!" Shirley hollered from her deck. Lynn was out catching Ziggy and, well, Buster, because he is catchable. Lynn just shook her head at her mom. Pretty soon Shirley was back on the deck, screeching to Lynn down in the bottom field, "Get Rusty!" Star was still running around the field, "Ha, ha. Can't catch me." Under her breath, Lynn muttered, "You're getting this one. If you don't like it, catch your own damn horse." I think Shirley yelled three times for her to "Get Rusty!" The third time, she had enough, so she yelled back, "Rusty's DEAD!!"
It became funnier when the two of them finally caught up to each other in the field and they thought about how clear the air is and what the neighbors must be thinking: "Oh, how sad. I wonder which one was Rusty."
Anyway, Jupes and I had a great two days this weekend. Yesterday, we worked on trotting and listening. He did everything I asked him to do and I felt incredibly comfortable in the saddle. It was if everything just gelled. Then, on the way back, he and I rode in circles around the bushes at the trailhead. It was like he kicked into a memory and said, "I know how to do this." In fact, I'll bet he was doing lead (leg?) changes like on TV. (Even without a stinkin' arena!) Of course it had nothing to do with anything I was doing, but he felt smooth and happy. (: Today we also did some bushwacking and he was perfect.
Big Al is turning out to not be a good fit for Alisa and all I can say is that I hope and pray she finds a perfect match for her like Jupiter is for me.
"Nothing is more sacred as the bond between a horse and a rider. No other creature can ever become so emotionally close to a human as a horse. When a horse dies, the memory lives on, because an enormous part of his owner's heart, soul, and the very existence dies also."- Stephanie M Thorn
We'll have to work on more trails this winter. :) Ya right in our spare time.
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