…when it allows you to drop the reins, film your horse, and claim he’s being gentlemanly.
Open, closed, if it’s in his way, it bugs him. He’ll close the arena gate as we pass by if it was left open, and is blocking the line on the rail.
Oh Hudson, how I love thee!
So far, this has incited Hudson into two jail breaks.
#1: After getting shoes. He has a most excellent farrier, Dane, who offered to return him to his paddock (probably so I’d stop hanging around trying to look busy, neither of them need me to be present) when done being shod.
I go to the feed store.
An hour later, Laurie spots them surreptitiously grazing in an inconspicuous spot quite close to their paddock. They think we won’t notice the lack of fencing in front of them. Laurie said both their attitudes were something like this: “No no, we’re fine. We’re supposed to be here. Just grazing. Near our paddock. See? There’s a fence.”
#2: Bella steps out her back door in time to see Hudson pick the lock on the main gate, setting himself and Woodrow free. This gate is closed with a horse-proof carabiner type clip. We still don’t know how he managed this feat.
I generally have to fuss with it to get it open. It’s a clumsy operation.
Hudson and Jane are back on the ouchy-achey road to fitness. Six weeks off of Real Riding might as well be a year for me. I don’t have even half an Ab left. My inner thighs are sore from posting for ten minutes.
(Oh, the SHAME…I mean, um, it’s so, uh, good to be reminded of what beginning riders have to go through…)
You may have to put up with less than stellar blogging as my brain takes the ouchy-achey road back to thinking…
(FYI, I missed you guys a LOT!)