Double Trouble or Double Pleasure?

It was nice to lead them both back outside together. You just let the old guy follow and he would stop and chomp where the grass was good, between the fenced paddocks.  And then you could lock up the current pony project in the hilly treeline paddock, and then go back and lock the old man up afterwards...

Jill switched their halters, despite their size difference, for the leather was too heavy on the old guy's summer face and was rubbing him raw in places. Now he was out in the faded pink nylon, belonging to the little buddy. 

Their practice ride of the day included gates, without unmounting. They got thru, eventually the first time, but couldn't close it behind them. Jill dismounted to close it. 

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"I'm just not cuddly" Jill had said, on an impromptu date, explaining her surprise about being a cat person after all, ha.  "You're not?" her date sounded interested and yet slightly disappointed, ha.
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"I am so jealous right now." Roomie had said, recognizing one of her former riding buddies mounted in the sand ring, while she was on foot, walking up there to audit some more lessons at her mentor's place.  Roomie hadn't been on horseback herself in quite some time...

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Then coming back, after their road hack, they got it undone, and they got through thru and got it done up again, but not quite correctly latched. It was pretty good though...   The exercise included the kind of gate that she couldn't let go for a second, or it would swing and hit them or swing away from them. 


The pony had to learn to pull or push the gate with small steps on her command and then stand, even with another horse up his bum etc etc etc It was a low chain link and latch for her to bend over and reach, even from such a tiny pony... She was proud of them both!

It was nice to jump all three little x's in the grass ring, bitless, no problem. She could swear he was stronger in the bit, vs. the bitless.   She would dig up that little copper d and change his bit, which was from now on, hopefully just for flatwork, ha. 


She'd also been thinking a lot about the bitless on the roads.

The new blacksmith insisted he would need shoes...