Ok ok. To make a long story short, I hate my saddle. I hate it so much I really bucked hard with she who rubs and rides. I even broke the crupper! (which is good. I hate that too) and the idiot humans finally figured out that my saddle was wrong. DUH! I tried telling you, but did you listen to me? Noooo. Mom says we're getting a special saddle made just for me because she's "sick of this saddle mess. Just sick of it." Me too.
Well anyway, she who rubs and rides got on me bareback. It was great till she wanted me to trot. Hellooo you don't have a saddle remember? Well I tried to show her the flaw in her idea by doing a capriole. My first capriole! WELL SHE STAYED ON!!! When I landed I decided to trot. Then I reared once and she told me that as boss mare she is perfectly capable of killing AND eating me so I was a good boy after that.
for now.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
What the heck!!!
ok what did I do?????
I mean really! I don't get it! there I was, being a good boy, and Mom and She who rubs and rides were there and Aunt Gigi and and and THEY MADE ME CANTER AND CANTER AND CANTER!!! Mom never rides me like that! When she rides we just toodle around and she acts like I'm made of glass or something and I get all the good boys. but Friday was different. it all started normal enough. she who rubs and rides got on me and we walked real slow. then we walked faster. then we trotted. and then everybody starts yelling "canter! canter! canter!" and I'm not sure I can do that because I don't canter with people on my back and AAAAHHHHHHH! I'M CANTERING!! Crap! how did that happen! I gave a buck but they made me keep going! I gotta trot! and they all start saying "canter canter canter!!!" and I do and they say "good boy!!" What?! I'm ALLOWED to canter with people on my back?! Okayyy, I'll do it, but I don't like it!
I cantered so much that I got really tired and sweaty. I didn't even want to walk ALL the way from the cross ties to the wash rack. she who rubs and rides asked what I thought of the ride and I just gave her my best "I don't know what the heck just happened" look and rolled my eyes. But then I got three carrots and an apple so maybe it wasn't so bad afterall.
I mean really! I don't get it! there I was, being a good boy, and Mom and She who rubs and rides were there and Aunt Gigi and and and THEY MADE ME CANTER AND CANTER AND CANTER!!! Mom never rides me like that! When she rides we just toodle around and she acts like I'm made of glass or something and I get all the good boys. but Friday was different. it all started normal enough. she who rubs and rides got on me and we walked real slow. then we walked faster. then we trotted. and then everybody starts yelling "canter! canter! canter!" and I'm not sure I can do that because I don't canter with people on my back and AAAAHHHHHHH! I'M CANTERING!! Crap! how did that happen! I gave a buck but they made me keep going! I gotta trot! and they all start saying "canter canter canter!!!" and I do and they say "good boy!!" What?! I'm ALLOWED to canter with people on my back?! Okayyy, I'll do it, but I don't like it!
I cantered so much that I got really tired and sweaty. I didn't even want to walk ALL the way from the cross ties to the wash rack. she who rubs and rides asked what I thought of the ride and I just gave her my best "I don't know what the heck just happened" look and rolled my eyes. But then I got three carrots and an apple so maybe it wasn't so bad afterall.
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