"What were you teaching him?" asked the boarder, brushing his horse.
"I do not mean Jim" she joked back, continuing, ""though I did teach him his trot diagonals and canter leads... I am remembering the actual paying student and the pony that would spook. And the kid was the kind that would yell out in fear, which, believe me, did NOT help relax the frightened equine..."
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*
Could she move to a farm? She'd made the mistake of telling the black and white cat they had to move. And now she was hiding someplace, for the 2nd day after a whole night outside. Jill remembered the first move of the kittie's life how Jill thought she had actually escaped from the 2nd floor apartment above the store until she'd found her hidden between the boxes.
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"I am interested in what you are interested in," he said when they were making their plans. But out in broad daylight he didn't want to hold hands and later he had a date for tea with a girl he liked to talk motorcycles with, for which he was packing not just wine, but lots of beer... Alas. As he dropped her off, he said "Thanks for taking me." and she was glad they had had such nice time together, even if it had to end too soon.
*
"There should be a rule that the driver's butt can't be wider than the equine's."
*
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Jill was looking down at the mare's front feet, a body language for stopping she'd learned when studying lunging technique. She was using her arms in also working with the grey's natural barrier instinct, blocking their path... She thought the owner's instruction to her friend to keep coming, closing in from the other side, was perfectly well timed. Easy does it was just how they did it. They were an amazing team!
Jill thought if she could keep the foal from knocking into her, or getting past her, she could get it to stop running, and then she had a much better chance of the stopping the mare. Of course there was also verbal instructions that might be effective and Jill kept saying "Whoa. Whoa." in a hopefully helpful way in case the ponies were forgetting the overall idea, ha.
"I think we might have something here." The owner recognized that her placement and effort was working and kept coming, in a perfect approach, with the grain bucket to the hard catch gal's halter, while her new love interest held the rear barrier, ha. Probably it was mostly that the mare and foal were so tired that it worked...
"Did I make your day?" Jill felt stoopid to realize she was not only taking all the credit but speaking her thoughts aloud to the cuddly Clydesdale, who would now get a turn in the turn out paddock... "Didn't the team do a good job for you?" she hoped the others were oblivious to her chatter.
They each took a horse after that and Jill thought afterwards how her apple core tossing buddy had turned a horse out wearing sandals and but how beautifully it fit with how he'd explained his communication philosophy earlier "if I get stepped on its my fault."
"I am interested in what you are interested in," he said when they were making their plans. But out in broad daylight he didn't want to hold hands and later he had a date for tea with a girl he liked to talk motorcycles with, for which he was packing not just wine, but lots of beer... Alas. As he dropped her off, he said "Thanks for taking me." and she was glad they had had such nice time together, even if it had to end too soon.
*
"There should be a rule that the driver's butt can't be wider than the equine's."
*
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Jill was looking down at the mare's front feet, a body language for stopping she'd learned when studying lunging technique. She was using her arms in also working with the grey's natural barrier instinct, blocking their path... She thought the owner's instruction to her friend to keep coming, closing in from the other side, was perfectly well timed. Easy does it was just how they did it. They were an amazing team!
Jill thought if she could keep the foal from knocking into her, or getting past her, she could get it to stop running, and then she had a much better chance of the stopping the mare. Of course there was also verbal instructions that might be effective and Jill kept saying "Whoa. Whoa." in a hopefully helpful way in case the ponies were forgetting the overall idea, ha.
"I think we might have something here." The owner recognized that her placement and effort was working and kept coming, in a perfect approach, with the grain bucket to the hard catch gal's halter, while her new love interest held the rear barrier, ha. Probably it was mostly that the mare and foal were so tired that it worked...
"Did I make your day?" Jill felt stoopid to realize she was not only taking all the credit but speaking her thoughts aloud to the cuddly Clydesdale, who would now get a turn in the turn out paddock... "Didn't the team do a good job for you?" she hoped the others were oblivious to her chatter.
They each took a horse after that and Jill thought afterwards how her apple core tossing buddy had turned a horse out wearing sandals and but how beautifully it fit with how he'd explained his communication philosophy earlier "if I get stepped on its my fault."
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