The new black chalkboard paint they'd used on a kitchen wall was awesome! As was the new recipe for curried red lentil soup that Jill had concocted for their lunch and dinner that day. She also enjoyed Roomie's promise to prepare curried chickpea and spinach soup in trade for the next day...
Jill had never understood why people would pay to go to a gym, and pay other people to do their physical labour on the farm, so they could have the time to do so. But, she had to admit, Roomie's cowboy had nice arms. If only there were some like that wrapped around her, instead of stuck in her head!
The old guy had a decently messy stall, so phew! Jill could take comfort that he wasn't colic-y at all. He was also feeling well enough to run the fence line as she rode his little buddy in the ring next door.
Also, if it hadn't been for him acting interested in the hay cubes on the other side of the gate, she could have never caught the bratty little guy. That little pain only came to see what Jill had because of the old man's interest. Jill thought it was nice to see him moving pretty nicely, loosely, and easily on soft ground. in a much bigger space than he was used to. She also was sure he'd been fine with the fenceline, imperfectly rebuilt in places as it was... the little buddy/brat was good that way too. At one time he'd been turned out in a paddock with a gate that didn't quite stay up straight and he never cared, or escaped or got caught in it.
Riding in the rain-sodden grass ring, the footing was pretty lumpy from previous use. Jill worried about making it worse for the future, by walking on it at the moment. Plus he seemed long in the toes, and so quite trippy, and she didn't want to hurt him!
He was very well behaved on the lunge in the small indoor - all she could think of to was ask for a lot of transitions and he was obedient. She hated the way he leaned in though, and the shape of the circle was not good. Jill knew how the radio really blared from the other side of the barn, every time he passed that open door. She thought even that was good training for him too.
After she'd mounted he was a good boy about the puddles on the driveway! He was not so keen on the asphalt driveway through the pond and freshly cut logs (with some kinds of industrial racket in the background that you had to get closer to), however. it was great how the driveway had a hill. she asked for one canter transition each lead up the grade, trotting just as they'd reach the flapping flag.
She couldn't wait to have his feet done! With shoes to protect him, who knew where they'd travel!
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