Endurance

jill sent an email to her cowboy. "he drank from a puddle this morning. after a good 20 minutes on the road past loud riding lawn mowers, landscapers with brooms bouncing on the back of truck beds and ponds and a loose dog and ... riding IS a pleasure." she refused to understand his phrase, "i don't ride for pleasure."

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the next day, they went all the way down to the gravel road stop sign. in trot this time. afterall, the easiest way to get a horse to go straight was to go forward! it reminded her of the trot sets with peter (he always said she went too fast and rode them too much off her leg).

she was finally agreeing that he'd need shoes. jun 16? to even try and turn around on that gravel had him flinching. as if she would be able to ride all the way over to deliver her resume!
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the grey mare always made her dark brown foal lying in the tall green grass get up when they came by. and he was definitely spooking less than yesterday. and their dressage school in the bridle in the grass ring had just gone so tremendously well they had time for trot set! whoo hoo.

no unsupervised jumping though. she was playing it safe.