Good for me. I now have a lesson horse to ride once a week and I can hack on off days.
Bad for me. I will either become a cowgirl or will end up broken and battered by the end of winter.
I had the pleasure of experiencing Spring's buck tonight. It was actually fairly aggressive. The best way to describe the buck would be like riding a series of waves. Perhaps on a surfboard because there's nothing to hold on to. Except instead of falling into water, the option is good, solid ground.
A buck tonight was good for two reasons. One- now I know what everyone has been talking about. Two- she knows that she wasn't able to throw me off. Whether she learned that lesson only remains to be seen.
I will be asking for a pair of fringed chaps for Christmas. And I can only dull the pain so much with wine. Paul, will you please come home and pop my hip back into place? I am too old for this stuff.
