In which I actually get to ride a horse....
My mare is still lame, so no, it wasn't a miraculous 'the angels then sang' post-lameness ride. Still. Lame. But in other more positive news, I got to have a ride and a lesson. Which involved actually riding a horse. When I told my best friend, she said, "you can ride them? they aren't just giant expensive gerbils?" Sigh.
Let us introduce to you the fine equine named Rooster. Rooster is 22 or so. Foundation QH, chestnut,15'1ish", built like a Sherman tank, with a wide white blaze and high whites. His blaze has a 3" diameter chestnut dot in the side of it, which is quite cute.
He is the opposite of the TB Mare, who while very sweet, isn't always cuddly or into being groomed. (Her motto: "you're touching me. Why are you touching me?"). Whereas Rooster says "Pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me." Also, "Pet me." I groomed him at length today, and he loved every minute of it, even shedding and cleaning his scratches. Then trainer gave me a flat lesson. Initially he had my number ("Hey, she's like a really large 8 year old rider") until we put him to work properly, and then we had a very productive WTC Intro to Rooster flat lesson. His owner is thrilled to see him get a bit more regular work, and I am going to take a lesson on him every week. Rooster says "Bring it! along with those tiny carrots, which are quite delectable".
He is very broke and very western -- as in, if you kiss kiss, you get a lope. Clicking gets you a trot. but he rounds up if you don't sit like a sack of taters, which will be our mission. He is cute and kind and I'm so thrilled to be riding again -- first time since just before Xmas.
I'm just psyched to have a pony to play with in a way that doesn't involve the outer limits of veterinary science. I loves me some 20 something year old schoolies.
All hail older horses.