Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Trot on!
For anyone that knows Savannah (the older of the 2 sisters), you know that she is a timid rider. Loves her pony dearly, but not the most courageous. In fact, as of a few weeks ago, she would have stayed in leadline forever if the rules allowed. She loves riding, so long as I am at the end of the lead. Well we recently had one of those break through moments that I have been waiting for. Out of the blue she asked to trot the other day. So I fed the loungeline out, and helped her get Coy going. Her normal response is that after a few steps, she tells me she wants to stop, NOW!!!! I usually make her go at least a few more strides, then let her transition down. Well, bless her heart, she did everything I told her, and she had by far, one of the prettiest trots she has every gotten on Coy. It was just lovely and flowy, she sat deep and just rode it out! The smile said it all, she was so proud of herself!
Monday, July 1, 2013
Well that was unexpected!
So, the best laid plans often do not go as planned! Two weeks ago I was gearing up and starting to pack for our one "big" horse show of the year. We were headed to VA for the POA northeast regional. Well the Thursday before the show arrived, poor hubby had worked the night before so he went to bed to catch some sleep while I finished packing, got fuel, etc. I meet him in the hall that morning, and he said he wasn't feeling well, but figured he would sleep it off. So I continued about my day. A few hours later while getting fuel, he calls and says he is headed to ER, could be a side effect of one of his medications......ok, no biggie, man was I wrong. Just a few hours after that I got the call that he was going in for surgery to remove his appendix!!! To say that I was surprised was an understatment at best. So poor hubby spent the weekend in the hospital and then moved to his recliner at the house, and I spent the weekend trying to keep the girls busy so he could get some rest. The girls were dissappointed, but all things happen for a reason. There is always next year. On a good note, hubby is starting to feel much better, stiches are out, and he is good to go in another 2 weeks!
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