Yesterday I took the horse for a ride for the first time since...well, since late last September. (That ride has yet to be chronicled--suffice to say it was an adventure, to say the very least.) But yesterday's excursion was an adventure of the more relaxing sort.
On the way home from running errands I noticed that the library was having a book sale; instead of stopping with the car I decided to ride downtown with a backpack, load up, and head home that way. Y'know, because that was much easier.
It was entertaining, anyway. Especially since I found out while taking Colletta up that her bridle was broken--the screw that attaches the headstall to the bit fell out, leaving said bit useless. Fortunately, I've ridden Colletta with just a halter so many times that I was able to attach the reins to her halter and ride her downtown that way. And there were only a few funny looks from the local peasants--er, pedestrians.
(I found 4 books for two dollars at said sale, by the by: all old ones and pleasingly vintage to my eyes. They're proving to be worthwhile purchases.)
I would like to point out that riding with a backpack, even if said backpack straps are fully tightened, is not very comfortable with an Aussie saddle. The bottom of the bag kept hitting the top of the seat and it just didn't work very well.
After coming home and ditching the bag, I snagged the dog and headed off across the fields south of town for a couple of miles. Javert kept up for the most part, but he definitely started slowing down by about the halfway point. Colletta hit her stride about halfway but upon getting home she was covered in froth (that hasn't happened in ages, even during the ride last month) and moving rather slowly. My animals are embarrassingly out of shape, to say nothing for myself. <.< >.>
And today it dropped 30-some-odd degrees and it's blowing and raining and miserable and horrible riding weather. Sigh. So much for endurance stuff.
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Speaking of horrible weather, this is the day that we had the dog shaved. To make a long story short, he sheds. He sheds a lot. And Mom, being sick of sweeping up ravenous hair bunnies all the time, requested that he be clipped.
The result has yet to be filmed. But mere hours after he left the groomer, it started blowing, pouring, and the temperature has dropped from the mid 70's to lower 40's. It's nasty out there. But at least he'll be more inclined to stay home.
Well...that's the plan, at least.
It's a very sneaky plan.
And...um....it's late, and I haven't done anything noteworthy in the past few days aside from attempt to go Primal again and surf the internet and rouse myself to accomplish some schoolwork. It's been a slow month, what can I say?


