Post by Fiachra Fitzsimmons on Feb 5, 2018 13:44:11 GMT -8
Fitz fastened Shell's head collar and led the mare from her stall. The crossbred was in a frisky mood and while he had a couple of hours to himself, he had decided that rather than turn the pregnant mare out into a pasture, he'd take her for a walk down to the meadow. It would give her a chance to get rid of some of her pent-up energy, while making sure that she wasn't stupid while doing it.
Keeping her to the edge of the path, so that they weren't in the way of any other people and horses, he kept a good hold on the lead, but not holding her too tight that she had any more reason to wind herself up anymore than she already was. He clicked his tongue each time that her attention seemed to wander, as she would head in the direction her attention was in, and it didn't take long before they were at the start of the trail that lead to the meadow.
Keeping her to the edge of the path, so that they weren't in the way of any other people and horses, he kept a good hold on the lead, but not holding her too tight that she had any more reason to wind herself up anymore than she already was. He clicked his tongue each time that her attention seemed to wander, as she would head in the direction her attention was in, and it didn't take long before they were at the start of the trail that lead to the meadow.