Ow, ow. ow, ow!
This is "Repent Ye Sinner" a.k.a. "Kirby". It is a shitty picture, but damn this horse is tall. I didn't want to explain to Steve that I flipped off backwards while taking a picture with my cell phone; so hence the shitty shot.
And here is a very happy GP. He loves to go down to the stables. My usual choice of horse, Kip is out of commission. He's got ring bone in two legs. I normally ride Kip because he likes to work. Very smooth and all you have to do is sit there.Oh and hold on for your dear life too.
That horse had a bad spooking problem. And it was over stupid shit too. Flowers blooming? Oo they were going to eat him. Cut down a tree that was by the arena? He was sure that stump was going to chase him down. Don't get me started on trash that might have been blowing by or tarps covering stalls.
Kirby is a bit more stable in nature. Very mellow and very fucking lazy.
That rat bastard made me work to keep him in a trot. A canter? Ugh!
I am so sore right now. I forgot just how many muscles you do use to make sure you don't land on your ass. After 30 minutes of arena work I took Kirby out on trail. That horse really shines out there. He kind of looks for things to get goofy over; but at least he'll listen to you when you bump his nose down to keep his attention focused on you.
GP was another story out on trail. He hasn't been out there since Jack died and GP was scared shitless. Jack used to lead while out on trail. He was a hearding dog, he was supposed to be looking for "danger". GP? His nose was so far up Kirby's ass! I'm lucky that horse did not having a kicking problem. It even took me a few minutes of calling GP to come down the short hill to the trail. That damn dog just stood there and looked at me as if he were saying "oh hell no!". Some hunting dog he would of made eh? Any way, it was a great time and I plan on doing it again tomorrow. Hopefully by then I won't be so stiff any more.