Mustang Saga

This morning I got up with energy, motivated to get out and work Scout in the round pen and saddle him. Well... After deciding to sit down and have coffee, feeding the old horses, mixing 5 days worth of supplement for the other 3, and mucking the old slobs' stall, it was already getting hot. I almost gave up the idea of working with Scout. Instead I grabbed the pony saddle and headed to the pasture.

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.