Normalcy, for now

Everything is back to normal around here (minus a few dollars that is!). Hmmm, shoes, saddle repair, new helmet, and the Club-Med bill: that whippersnapper better be worth it and not be a pill when we're out riding!

Yesterday was breezy and a weather change was in the air. The boys were full of themselves--seriously! FULL of themselves! We pulled up to the gate and they came running at us down the road. Jupiter and Buster in the lead. The two who have no idea about where that gate leads to or what might happen if they got through it. We bustled through it and the two of them turned sharply up toward the feeder boxes on our right. Jupiter kept going and then threw himself down on the ground and rolled around. Buster ran right up to a fir tree and then twisted sideways about a foot from it and proceeded to buck and jump up and down. We started down the road and everyone took off running through the trees: bucking, leaping over logs, and generally having a wild time.

All I can say is Ziggy better never buck with Lynn on him. He nearly puts his nose on the ground and his back feet are almost straight up and down. I guess if she just slid down his neck it wouldn't be too far to fall, but it would be face first! Jeez that boy can buck! I so wished I had my video camera. It was quite the show. It continued all the way up to the high ground where we fed; in fact, Indy got a little close and Lynn felt the wind of feet on her face. Old corkscrew head can buck with the best of them! Even Brady put on show. Only Star kept his dignity and acted his age.

Jupes is definitely back to his ornery self. A couple of days after he came home, I found another tick on him. Thankfully it was either not the right kind or he still had enough medicine in him to counteract it. However, he does have a smooth skin spot on the base of his neck. And teeth marks. Someone told him to mind his manners and remember his place. Or someone was tired of hearing his "vacation" stories. I am betting it was Star. I can just hear him, "Enough already! I am sick and tired of hearing about Margaret and all the carrots you ate. You think all that brushing made you so pretty. Look at me! They shaved big patches on both sides of my body! I'll show you pretty--here's your own bare patch! Cold, isn't it?! Now shut up!"

So there we are--back to normal. We were hoping for a ride today, but all that wind brought in the rain. I guess we'll get our tack oiled and the tack room organized instead.