Sunday tried to be rainy, but I headed up to Iron Ridge anyway. Apparently I just needed to get there; aside from a few brief showers, the day was beautifully sunny until after I left. (And guess who’s rocking the reverse raccoon today because she rushed out of the house without sunscreen? Yeah. I’m a little crispy!)
I was feeling pretty lazy, so instead of wandering down to the pasture, I borrowed Leah’s Jazu, since I heard tell that she was off on a date with her Mr. Fry. 🙂
Jaz cracks me up. I pulled him out of his stall, which he was excited about, and tied him up to brush and tack, which he was less excited about. That was when the stink-eye started. He’d watch me out of the corner of his eye, or turn his head to look at me intently. “You,” he seemed to be thinking, “are not my mom. That’s not how Mom brushes me. You’re not cooing over me like Mom does. Those aren’t Mom’s treats, but I guess I’ll eat them. Mom always lets me drink out of her Gatorade. That’s not how Mom puts a saddle on me – and by the way, that’s definitely not Mom’s saddle. That is not how Mom gives me the bit. I am so telling my mom all about this indignity the next time I see her.”
It was all I could do to not giggle at him.
Once I got on, we puttered about at the walk, because I am so badly out of shape. Jaz was less than impressed that I made him march right along, and even less impressed with the proper corners and occasional turn on the haunches, leg yield, or circle that I insisted on. He kept his ears on me the whole time – both of them – and every time his head turned enough that he could fix an eye on me, I got more stink-eye. He was never bad, and he for the most part did what I asked of him (standing still was hard… and it was windy), but I swear he spent the whole ride hoping someone would rescue him from the mean lady on his back. He didn’t stop looking at me funny until I took him out to the pasture and turned him loose.
Leah, your pony is a riot. 🙂