Up in the sky? And why is the sky that funny blue color?
Yes, the sun was out today, and it was not freezing for a change. In fact it’s warming up enough the ground is soft, and the snow is starting to get slushy. My BO is out of town this weekend, but I decided that, lacking in safety sense as it might be, I’d saddle up anyway. (BO is also an RN, so it’s reassuring when riding to know there’s someone not medically clueless nearby.) I did have my cell phone in my pocket, just in case. Lucky stood for mounting and this time he didn’t step off until I asked. So, improvement! He was also slightly less looky, and a little more responsive to my leg. Since the ground is softening and the snow is much more wet than ice, I decided we would try a little trotting. He will move off. If anything, it’s keeping going that is his issue. He did have a massage and was apparently a little stiff, which isn’t surprising. He’s had probably the longest layoff in years the last couple months. I’m not pushing it. The footing is still not anywhere near non-snow-covered and there’s plenty of time for conditioning. For him, and for me!
Our other big challenge of the day was to ride out of the arena. Since the lane back to the barn is now mud more than snow, I rode him out of the gate and back to the barn, at the walk, without incident. (Despite Takota gnawing on the top rail of the fence behind us. I am determined not to get trapped in the ‘going round in circles in a ring” thing, which is not even so much about his brain as mine.
And for those who are visiting from COTH, we may have another Peep Ho in the making. In the continuing search to find something Lucky won’t eat, I offered up two yellow bunny peeps for his consideration. The first one disappeared, the second apparently required being bitten in half, dropped, picked up, and chewed more thoughtfully. But they did go down. And he looks quite cute with yellow sugar crumbs on his nose.
The Bataan Dog March continues. I’m not sure if I’m actually getting the weight off Tucker, but my legs look great, and Puff is becoming a lean, mean, walking machine. Now, if there were only a way to do it that didn’t increase stamina, as he is not at all tired. At this rate, forget a fenced yard, I will need a doggy treadmill to tire him out.