|about 2 minutes before the storm and the EF0 tornado|
that we didn't even have a tornado warning for
|a neighbor's yard. one neighbor had a tree on their house :-\|
|Sunday, my dog-fish.|
I lunged Twister Sunday morning while Rascal jogged in the machine. Twister was fresh, even in the heat and humidity with all the bugs. He was rearing and bucking and playing and when I got him moving out around me I'd catch up to him and run across the field with him. Which he never wants to do, by the way. But we were joining up and having a blast, all the while he was bucking and playing around. Not to be an asshat like sometimes. But because he was feeling good. Good! I like when pony feels good!
I decided I'd ride him that evening. I was going to ride down the road with E but before she met up with me, I tacked up and tried to make him work a little. It took some serious urging. He wanted to act like he was oh so sore and couldn't horse at all. But once I got him moving he felt pretty good. By the time we cantered, he didn't want to stop. I tried to trot over a little x-rail but it was terrible. So I think maybe his feet are still a bit tender. But as far as flat work we should be fine. I really need some Easy Boot Gloves.
|must eat foodz!|