The last couple times Jill'd been riding, she'd thought what a lovely pony he was. It was boring to only have the grass ring to go round and round and she was tempted to try some other course soon...
It was nice to be challenged about riding the line in a certain number of strides. He really listened when she asked him to come back - twas lovely to know he was so responsive and adaptable. whoo hoo!
She was still sick however. The pain in her side was not abating, in fact it was going on a week this time. Recurring, long lasting and at least moderate pain... isn't that the kind of thing one sought medical attention for? The doctor's didn't have any suggestions for her however. Guess work in white coats, that what a friend of hers always said and that's what it felt like at the moment.
Jill said the rash he had from all the rain was clearing up nicely and was asked "Why does he have a rash?" She thought the rain explanation was pretty clear, and was taking her time coming up with an answer to the boss -- it reminded her of when a kid asked her at the Equine Research Teaching booth WHY a horse has bars in their mouth. Evolution she'd said, but the child insisted again, "But WHY?"
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Remember when she sat the little tiny blond on the huuuuuge haystack and said “stay” and left the child there in the sun on the prickly straw for hours?
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The woman needed a shot of whiskey before mounting her horse. Jill did not normally approve of such behaviour, but in this scenario, it made sense to her. The horse owner needed just to r e l a x a little bit, to make it all better.
It was not as easy to accept for Jill that the coach suggesting this unusual and no doubt uninsurable technique needed a shot too, but she withheld comment. She also kept her mouth shut when the horse owner mentioned that the booze bottle in the tack locker had a fullness level shrinking faster than her sips warranted. Far be it for her to be outspoken in regards to her boss's conduct.
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