Dressage testage
I finished my intensive riding and horsey care week. Today we had our dressage test, the first I've ever taken. I tied for 6th! My horsey was an 18 year old skewbald gelding with roany chestnut patches and ginger ears. His name is Gilbert. If he were a person, he would wear tweed jackets with leather elbow patches and slippers and he would smoke a pipe. When I started riding him, he seemed on the lazy/reluctant side. When you trot him, he groans as though he's complaining. When I pick his rear hooves, he farts in my face on purpose! But over the week we bonded and he did very well for me in the test. I'm the right height for him to use as a pillow. He rests his head on my shoulder as he snoozes off and it turns out he's cuddly after all.
I gave him a shower and shampooed his tail and got him all fluffy looking.
I was so involved with teh horsies that I only found out yesterday about the devastating bridge collapse in Minneapolis. I've driven over that bridge many many times when I lived there. I can't imagine what it must have been like to have a bridge collapse beneath you. This is what happens, people, when the gubmint wants to cut corners on public infrastructure. It was a 40 year old bridge with structural fatigue. It pays to put safety first.
I gave him a shower and shampooed his tail and got him all fluffy looking.
I was so involved with teh horsies that I only found out yesterday about the devastating bridge collapse in Minneapolis. I've driven over that bridge many many times when I lived there. I can't imagine what it must have been like to have a bridge collapse beneath you. This is what happens, people, when the gubmint wants to cut corners on public infrastructure. It was a 40 year old bridge with structural fatigue. It pays to put safety first.