Yes one more time I am here to write of my adventures with Freckles. I am really enjoying her and having some fun riding a horse with such a different personality than mine.
Yesterday I took her to the local trails to meet a friend for an afternoon ride. Neither Dad or her herd mate were with us, which is pretty unusual for her. The conversation went something like this…..
Me: So what do you think about all this new fun we are having together.
Her: I like it. I don’t need Dad. I don’t need Tucker. We are square Mom, I might even sort of kind of like you…maybe….
Me: It’s OK, I know I’ll never replace Dad.
Her: Hey, thanks for teaching me about that “leg” stuff, I like not having my face pulled on all the time. And I’m starting to feel a little more physically fit, thanks for that too. I still hate bending and I hate good posture, why do we have to do that.
Me: It’s just new, your stiff and not used to it. It will get easier and you’ll start to like it because it will physically make you feel good.
As we rode a bit further the black clouds started to roll in. We knew the storm was coming and when the thunder rolled loudly my riding partner and I decided it was time to high tail it back to the trailers.
Me: We need to go baby girl…back to the trailer…NOW.
Her: The trailer, are you kidding me?????? It’s far!!!!! I’m not running back to the trailer. WHERE IS DAD????
Me: You are. We need to go.
When we were “far” from the trailer.
Her: I think I’m dying. This is hard. I’m so out of shape. Huff…puff…cough…huff…puff.
As we neared the trailer
Her: We’re almost there. Let’s go faster. This is easy. I love going fast.
We were un-tacked and climbing into the truck just as the first raindrop fell.