George photobombing my selfie on Cold Hump Day

George photobombing my selfie on Cold Hump Day

And I woke up and there was no hunting (sigh) but the footing was wet, and frozen most places. So I fed, and turned them out in the cold sunshine, and took my sick dog to the vet. When I got home I decided to ride everyone, so got on some long underwear, checked the phone, and hit the barn with all the energy three cups of coffee and a chocolate frosted cupcake could provide me. Once again, and it always seems, that Lucky was my best ride of the day. Hamish was good but hunting has him a bit fit and he was distracted a little. Rugby seemed sore-footed, we are still awaiting shoes, so he trotted a little where it wasn’t sucky, but mostly walked. Lucky was kind and soft. George was the last, and he lunged quietly at a trot. I decided I wanted to get on him so I did not make him canter, it was pretty sloppy out there and didn’t want to get him lit up from trying to hold his balance on a 20 meter canter circle in that stuff.  So we trotted both ways about 15 minutes and I sat on him — first time I’ve ridden him in probably 2 months — and he humped up and bucked the third or fourth step from the barn, snaking his head down. I grabbed his mouth and yelled at him, “Bad horsie!” and I think I hurt his feelings a little. He behaved after that. I walked him just around the barnyard about 10 minutes, then he relaxed and we trotted a couple of 20 meter circles and called it a day. It will be very cold tonight so I was not going to get any of the horses hot and sweaty today. Nothing is clipped yet — as cold as it is, I am really leery of clipping 1464008_740129056014573_1642923807_nanything not working hard, and Hamish is the only one close enough to get on the clipping list right now. I’ll get to it. I don’t hate it. I just need the time block to complete it, because clipping is a no-return deal — it has to be done in one fell swoop. I shouldn’t have taken all afternoon to ride them all — I have lots and lots of things to do, Christmas decorating and shopping, wrapping some presents, baking cookies, and laundry and dishes and dinner to make….but I just wanted to spend time with them all. The minute my foot hits the stirrup I know I am going to be okay.

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