All my fail makes chubby 3-legged kitteh fall down, go night-night.
Lo, I know that you don't care about my career:) You want to hear more about him!
And maybe her, my sweet Senior Chamie.
Just because I haven't been writing doesn't mean I don't have anything to write about (er, maybe that's debatable). This summer and fall I haven't ridden nearly as much as I need or want to-yet every time I do I have I ask myself why I'm not riding all the frigging time. Miles turned 12 on October 16th, and he's truly in his prime-he is the best kind of horse. The one who you can ride after he hasn't felt a saddle in 2 weeks and not need to lunge or anything-he is that horse.
Last night, we took a trail ride in 40 mph gusts of winds and he was up, yes-only because he was SO happy when I pointed him at the trail instead of the arena. To be clear, Miles' "up" these days is a shake of the head and sometimes a cute little passage-he just loves to explore. I could FEEL his disappointment when the trail turned to take us back to the barn-he wanted to keep going! I told Amanda, our trail buddy with her super mare Cody, that I will never get that beautiful, forward, bouncy walk in the arena. That is Miles' Dora the Explorer walk-if I had a trailer (and any kind of stamina of my own) I swear he would be the best endurance horse of them all. What can't an OTTB do?
Lo, he is a handsome chub, is he not? I sure do like him fleshy.
That's all for now-I have to save some content if I want to write more than once a frigging quarter. I'll leave you with the happiest Golden face ever.
Feels good to be back!