No round pen, no pad, so I didn't cinch him down. And really there's no hurry, I have a year or more before I'll ride him. So I just threw the saddle up there repeatedly. He seemed more annoyed at the indignity of it all than worried.
"What is this and why is it on my back? I think I'll bite it."
"This is so stupid. Can't I go hang with my buddies?"
"Alright, okay, I'm cool with it, and I'm cute. Can we be done now?"
And we were.
I dreamed I was talking with the trainer last night. I'm glad now is not the time for him to go to the trainer but at the same time I can't wait to see what kind of riding horse he'll be. I really need to get him out more. This fall will probably be a better time for horse work, once it's cooled off a bit and the kids are in school. Until then I'll keep doing short work sessions every once in a while.