So. After *counts on fingers* 10 weeks of failing at riding the horse at ALL, much less several times a week, I took her for a ride. It lasted for maybe an hour...but by the end she was completely soaked in sweat, and I was moaning and groaning about chafing and back soreness and generally being a pansy.
Colletta, on the other hand, is a freaking Determinator when it comes to GOING PLACES (my phrase for 'anywhere that isn't meandering around the yard'). For example: today, some distance past the halfway point (she was already quite damp and blowing but still wanting to trot) we came across a hill. She RAN as fast and hard as she could up the hill and then kept loping along a straightaway until we came to where the road sloped down (a couple hundred yards), and then I had to make her slow to a walk to go down the hill. She acts like she's made of iron, man...
Me? I'm kind of a pansy when it comes to long-distance stuff. I mean, I like thinking about it and planning trips and I'll see them through...but I don't go as fast as I can through them. And I complain mentally a lot. XD
So after the ride I tried to sponge her off, but she didn't like that at all. So while I cleaned out the trough and re-filled it with fresh water she meandered over to roll, and I took pictures in between trough-filling.
She had been rubbing her head and neck against the hitching post while I untacked her--I swear, this is her favorite part of being ridden. (Well...maybe second favorite after GOING PLACES. But I digress.)
*flail*
And then she turns around and looks at you with this face like 'Problem?'
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the quintessential Colletta face. If I ever draw/paint a portrait of her, this is going to be what I use because it's HER expression.
So fat...this is what happens when I don't make time to ride. >.<
And this is what happens when I do make time to ride. There's repercussions either way, I suppose.
Looking for another spot...
"Problem?"
I really do like my horse though. Like...more than people sometimes. <.< >.>
I've sworn to keep her til she dies, because I can't imagine someone else owning her. And it may sound silly, but you know that 'bond' thing that the typical horse-novel-writer blathers about in books aimed towards teenage kids? There's definitely something of the sort here. I mean, I know how she thinks. She knows how I'm going to ride and react (and quite possibly knows how I think too). And if I fall off (which has happened, though infrequently) she's the sort that will stop in her tracks and look back with an expression that clearly says, "What the heck? What are you doing down there? Get up and let's go!"
She's inspired a book/graphic novel idea. But I'm kinda scared to write it. ^^; Maybe someday.
Colletta, on the other hand, is a freaking Determinator when it comes to GOING PLACES (my phrase for 'anywhere that isn't meandering around the yard'). For example: today, some distance past the halfway point (she was already quite damp and blowing but still wanting to trot) we came across a hill. She RAN as fast and hard as she could up the hill and then kept loping along a straightaway until we came to where the road sloped down (a couple hundred yards), and then I had to make her slow to a walk to go down the hill. She acts like she's made of iron, man...
Me? I'm kind of a pansy when it comes to long-distance stuff. I mean, I like thinking about it and planning trips and I'll see them through...but I don't go as fast as I can through them. And I complain mentally a lot. XD
So after the ride I tried to sponge her off, but she didn't like that at all. So while I cleaned out the trough and re-filled it with fresh water she meandered over to roll, and I took pictures in between trough-filling.
She had been rubbing her head and neck against the hitching post while I untacked her--I swear, this is her favorite part of being ridden. (Well...maybe second favorite after GOING PLACES. But I digress.)
*flail*
And then she turns around and looks at you with this face like 'Problem?'
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the quintessential Colletta face. If I ever draw/paint a portrait of her, this is going to be what I use because it's HER expression.
So fat...this is what happens when I don't make time to ride. >.<
And this is what happens when I do make time to ride. There's repercussions either way, I suppose.
Looking for another spot...
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I really do like my horse though. Like...more than people sometimes. <.< >.>
I've sworn to keep her til she dies, because I can't imagine someone else owning her. And it may sound silly, but you know that 'bond' thing that the typical horse-novel-writer blathers about in books aimed towards teenage kids? There's definitely something of the sort here. I mean, I know how she thinks. She knows how I'm going to ride and react (and quite possibly knows how I think too). And if I fall off (which has happened, though infrequently) she's the sort that will stop in her tracks and look back with an expression that clearly says, "What the heck? What are you doing down there? Get up and let's go!"
She's inspired a book/graphic novel idea. But I'm kinda scared to write it. ^^; Maybe someday.
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