Mustang Saga

Bella's second ride didn't go so well tonight. It wouldn't be long before it got dark, I didn't have much time to play with her on the ground, and I was thinking, "This isn't a good time for her," but for some stupid reason I got on anyway. Just long enough to realize it really was not a good time for her, and I got off again. She didn't do anything bad. As a matter of fact John, who was watching, didn't seem to understand why I didn't think I should ride. But she was tense and ready to do something, and I didn't want to find out what. Over-stimulated. We did some more practice to get her more responsive to tiny pressures on the halter, crossing over on the front and hind feet, then I remembered I had kids and unsaddled so I could run in and tell them it was bedtime.

And now I think it's my bedtime. Good night!