Saturday was Shirley's first ride in almost 17 months. She rode Buster, who hasn't been ridden in a year. They did great! She looked at ease the whole time, in fact, she really wanted to ride longer, but had made the mistake of bringing Happy, who couldn't go any further. When we got home, she said, "We're riding tomorrow, right?"
Sunday, was less successful for her, but was very much like what it was before her heart attack; we rode up the deadwood ridge and down to the turtle pond again. Buster was a little more antsy and threw his head all day (which is how it always was!). Ziggy, used to a couple of places where we would zoom into a canter, did it at the end of the ride and caused Shirley to get a couple blood blister/bruises on her wrist fighting Buster. She said the reins were wrapped around her there.
She told me, "When you get older, your skin gets thin." She said people will say about her, "Well, she would've been okay, but her skin got too thin and wouldn't hold her together anymore." Cracked me up.Sunday was also a digfest for a couple digging dogs! "Hard to 'leave no trace,'" Lynn said, "when you got a couple digging dogs!" Do holes count?
We had two beautiful days of sun and butts in the saddle. Life is getting back to normal.
I am trying to figure out why Buster tosses his head. He did not do that with me. I am thinking maybe she needs to lead out for a bit and he might line out, then change off, we could all play leap frog. What beautiful days!
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