From the looks of the forecast, there'll be no trip to Branson this weekend. I'm enjoying horses so much right now, I'm not too worried about it.
My grandson Arick comes out about every other evening after work to ride the paint horse that recently unloaded him; he likes for me to ride along on Blue. Lately the girls have been going home in time for me to do that. And I drag into the house about 7 PM, wondering where the time, and my energy, went.
That horse is coming along well for Arick. When he first started working with this gelding, it would hardly stand and let him get in the saddle. Or even let him put the saddle on, for that matter.
I've been working with Libby in the round pen, and in spite of my lack of confidence, I must say she and I are both learning what to do. Can you believe she is figuring out my pathetic signals to turn in the other direction? Once we both know what we're doing, I'll have Cliff do a video of us. Nobody warned me that I'd get as much of a workout in the round pen as Libby does. It wears me out!