My mom rode me today. It was fun. My bite was a lot better and the saddle didn't hurt it at all. She cleaned my stall and then she very carefully saddled me, making sure it wouldn't be uncomfortable. I just stood there dozing while she tightened my girth so she knew it wasn't hurting me.
She got on and started walking me around in the Flat Arena. I felt good. It's been so long since we've been able to ride regularly so every time we do, I get kind of excited. Mom walked me for a few circuits like she always does and then asked me to trot.
Well, I jumped right into a canter. I just wanted to go and I love to canter. I don't like trotting, as you know. Mom let me canter - I think she figured I was already doing it and I may as well get my energy out. We went around most of the arena and then I slowed to a trot on one turn and we trotted a bit and then she asked me to canter again.
That got me really excited! I love it when she ASKS me to canter. I bounced right into a fast canter but I was going so fast, I kind of missed the end of the arena and bounced right out of it. Mom slowed me down and got me back in and then asked me to trot again. I trotted really fast for a few strides but then I jumped right into a canter again and I was so wound up that I started to buck. I did one little buck and that felt good so I did two more kind of big bucks.
I know I'm not supposed to buck. I just couldn't help it. I could feel Mom losing her balance a little on the third buck but she pulled me right around and made me move my back feet so I couldn't get my head down anymore. Then she smacked me with her stick and told me sternly to trot.
That made me mad! I wasn't trying to be bad, I just couldn't help it. And she didn't fall off or anything. Why'd she have to hit me with her stupid old stick! I swished my tail and reared and she made the Bad Girl sound and smacked me again and I reared again and she did it again so I trotted. I didn't want to though.
Well, after that it was just work, work, work. Mom would ask me to trot and I'd try to canter and she'd make me trot. She made me trot in circles, little ones, and just when I got used to going in a circle one way, she'd make me go the other way and trot circles. Then she'd change again. I trotted and trotted and trotted and then she had me walk and told me I was a Good Girl. Then she asked me to trot again and I tried to canter again so we did more circles.
It was hard work. I just wanted to run, that's all. But she gets all bossy and makes me do what she asks me to do. Sometimes my mom is no fun at all.
After a lot of that work, she let me walk again and then took me for a poop loop. That was a little better, although she still made me go where she wanted to go and wouldn't let me stop to sniff poop or anything. Then when we got back, she brought me into the Flat Arena again and asked me to trot. I tried to bounce right into a canter again and she made me do MORE trot circles. I was awfully hot and tired by the time we stopped.
By then, my alfalfa had arrived and she unsaddled me and cleaned me up and hosed me off. She wasn't mad at me at all. Mom never gets mad at me really. She makes the Bad Girl noise when I'm doing things I'm not supposed to do but she doesn't yell at me or act impatient or angry. And I was being good by the time we were done and she petted me and told me so. Sometimes it's just hard to do.
I sure enjoyed my dinner tonight. Hopefully we'll ride again tomorrow. I'll try to be good but I sure hope I can canter.
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