Hi again, friends! I’ve got some awesome news: I did a really good job of behaving for the rest of the day while I was in the paddock, and just as my Daddy promised, we got to ride together! It was so much fun with just us boys. (Mommy, you would have been so proud of me! I was perfect for Daddy, just like I assured you I would be.) Daddy let me have a pretty loose rein during the entire workout so I could stretch out all of my muscles. He knew I’d be a little sore from working so hard on the long-lines yesterday. We warmed up with the basics – walk, trot and canter – and then we even did some flying lead changes. I loved getting to show off for my Daddy. He watches Mommy and me work all the time, but he doesn’t always get to do my workouts with me. It was pretty special! But that’s probably just because I’m pretty special. At least, that’s what my Mommy and Daddy always tell me…
Well, at the end of our ride, when we were walking around to cool down, I started feeling like my girth was a little tight. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with the human words for everything, the girth is that belt that goes around your belly to hold the saddle on.) I figured I should probably tell my Daddy that Mommy usually loosens the girth when we’re done, so I turned my head and motioned toward the girth while we walked. He didn’t seem to understand what I meant, so I turned my head again and grabbed at the laces of his riding boots, trying to pull his leg away from the girth so he’d have room to loosen it. He still didn’t understand. I guess I don’t blame him, though; in his defense, I do often untie his and Mommy’s shoelaces as a prank. He probably thought that’s what I was doing. But I wasn’t too worried about it, because I knew that we’d be done soon, and then Daddy would untack me.
When Daddy finally unbuckled my girth, it felt so good that I couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh of relief. And – go figure – that’s when Daddy finally understood what I’d actually been trying to tell him before. He felt so guilty about it that he even gave me some extra treats! I tried to tell him that he didn’t need to feel bad by giving him kisses on his face, but he kept apologizing. If I could speak in his language, I would have said, “It’s okay, Daddy. It didn’t hurt, it was just a little uncomfortable. I know you’ll understand me next time I tell you. But you can give me as many treats as you want.”
Daddy wet-brushed me, put some of the minty-green-tingly liquid on my sides where the girth had been, gave me some hay, put on my lightweight blanket and hung out with me until it had been about an hour since we finished working, then he gave me my dinner grain. He gave me a big hug and apologized to me one more time before he left. He said he was going home to pack his suitcase, and that the next morning he would be moving into Aunt Nikki’s house for two weeks.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain my excitement! Day and night with my Daddy for a whole two weeks!
Alright, friends. I’m off to go take a snooze. I hope that everyone has their warm blankets on and some nice, soft shavings in their stalls. As always, I’ll catch y’all tomorrow.