Joseph had a couple days off this week and I didn't get to hang out with him until late tonight, so I didn't bother trying to take pictures in the dark. I saddled him at the trailer and unsaddled him at the trailer, with some liberty work in the round pen in-between. It was nice to not have to lug everything to and from the round pen myself.
He's a pretty sweet guy, and he really tries hard every second. He offers too many steps when I ask him with the stirrup to step over. He's an over-achiever. I had him do a fair amount of slow trotting with the saddle on. There was a subtle hurky-jerky rhythm to his trot, more power in his strides for a couple steps, then relax, then more power, then relax. A bit of tension there, I think. He had one slight spook and scoot, I don't know why. I wonder if he accidentally touched the fence with a stirrup or something. I calmly asked him to continue on and he did. I think we need to do a lot more wearing of the saddle, and working while wearing the saddle, before I up the ante in any way.
Speaking of saddles, there's a lovely treeless saddle for sale locally at a steal of a price. I'd love to ride Joseph treeless, even if not all the time. But I can't afford it even at the bargain price. Oh well, I can't complain much. I already have a very nice saddle.
I pulled up in the driveway earlier and spotted one of the horses at a distance through the round pen rails. The way the sun was, it looked like Tonka. He's still here, even though he isn't. When I think I see him it doesn't surprise me; what surprises me is the split second later when I realize he's not here. I think it's been harder lately because the seasons have rolled around again and now it feels just like when I lost him. I'm not one to remember anniversaries of deaths and other bad things, in fact I purposely do not remember dates like that, but I can't help but feel the season changing.
Better to have loved and lost, as they say. I wouldn't trade my time with him for anything, even if it means I have to miss him now.