Jill would have to make a note to herself to go looking for the little guy's halter. In the moment she was too busy taking comfort in the old guy's muddy coat, and delighting that it was actually warm enough for their blankets to be off during the day. She trusted that the water bucket was about to be filled and left well enough alone this time... they didn't seem at all dehydrated.
The little pocket pony was such a brat about the puddles. Jill thought she should start riding out with a whip, and she'd rustled one up to keep in her trunk for just this purpose... he sure would have gotten smacked with it if she'd had one that day. He'd actually reared!
She'd finally figured out that she wasn't keeping enough contact on the left rein, as he turned his head so far right and just kept traveling down the driveway toward the barn, instead of the road as she was asking him.
But when Jill fixed that, then he invented an escalating diversion to that. Scrambling back down the driveway toward the barn against Jill's direction, argh.
BRAT!
By the end of the 50 minute walk and trot ride up and down the driveway, he would trot through, both ways. And, one time when she'd been dismounted with him, he'd actually pawed in both sets of muddy puddle.
Jill was keen to this as progress.
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"The cowboys boots are not comfortable. for riding or walking! They need to be oiled, maybe. And, i need to see if my chaps fit over them," Jill reported, showing off the pinch marks on her calves.
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