Post by Bruce Ropata on Nov 16, 2014 19:34:11 GMT -8
While he didn't have a full class, it meant that Bruce had a number of ponies that weren't being ridden... well, they weren't being kept at the top of their game. The one of his team mounts that seemed to be feeling her oats the most was Dazzle. The Arabian, Thoroughbred cross, who was normally the most placid of creatures, had taking to nipping and kicking out at anyone who came into her stall.
To try and remedy this problem, Bruce groomed the mare, tacked her up and led her out to his arena. It was still pretty early on a Sunday morning, and the blue sky seemed to be holding for now, so he thought that he would make the most of it. Wrapping the reins around the mare's neck, and holding them in place with the throat latch, he began to bring things out of his shed and set them up around the arena, smiling when he noticed that Dazzle had stopped her exploration of the arena and was now watching him with interest.
Once he had set up two lines of bending poles, a row of cones with a bucket of tennis balls, some more cones with poles sticking out of them and rings on top, he walked back to the mare and untied the reins. Yes, he may have done a bit of overkill with the setting up, but he wanted to give the mare a bit to do, and he'd never turn anyone away who wanted to join him. Rubbing the bay over's nose, he walked around to pull the stirrups down, tightened the girth and then vaulted into the saddle. Once he had slipped his feet into the stirrups, he squeezed the pretty mare forward.
To try and remedy this problem, Bruce groomed the mare, tacked her up and led her out to his arena. It was still pretty early on a Sunday morning, and the blue sky seemed to be holding for now, so he thought that he would make the most of it. Wrapping the reins around the mare's neck, and holding them in place with the throat latch, he began to bring things out of his shed and set them up around the arena, smiling when he noticed that Dazzle had stopped her exploration of the arena and was now watching him with interest.
Once he had set up two lines of bending poles, a row of cones with a bucket of tennis balls, some more cones with poles sticking out of them and rings on top, he walked back to the mare and untied the reins. Yes, he may have done a bit of overkill with the setting up, but he wanted to give the mare a bit to do, and he'd never turn anyone away who wanted to join him. Rubbing the bay over's nose, he walked around to pull the stirrups down, tightened the girth and then vaulted into the saddle. Once he had slipped his feet into the stirrups, he squeezed the pretty mare forward.