Had a GREAT ride on Kip this morning. I swear riding that horse is better than sex! As I was tacking him up (saddling for those who are not horse savvy) I remembered the last encounter he had in the cross ties. Now I love Kip with all my heart, but the horse is a few sandwiches short of a pic nic. Ok, that is being kind...........The picnic basket is EMPTY. Last time Kip managed to get himself all worked up and flip over in the cross ties..........Also sending another VERY expensive show horse into a dither that caused HIM to flip over (it was an Arabian need I say more?). Any way, lucky for me, he did not freak out over nothing and stood pretty much calm for him while I saddled him up. Amy made the comment that Kip is much calmer for me than any one else. Well at least on the ground, I can count quiet a few times where the horse has made me wonder if I was going to make a visit to the emergency room. Why do I ride this horse you ask? Because he is AWESOME under saddle! He has a trot & canter that you can go all day in. Just a slight brush of your heel and he's off until you say stop. And he's soooooooooooo smooth. *heavy sigh* Any one have a cigarette?
Pudd'n was happy to go see Grandma. The two will snuggle up all day. She'll give him back rubs & foot massages. When I pointed out the fact she never did that for me, she came back with "well you always smelled like horse poop".........ok........you got a point. Horses are my passion. If I died on horse back you know I died HAPPY. Well, not that happy because I'd be away from my Pudd'n. My life IS Pudd'n. I'm rambling aren't I? I think I need some lunch and I KNOW I need a shower.