The next day, Jill was told that her boss would be riding all the horses.
And then he surprised her by offering her a chance to school her girl Nellie, after taking her on a little hack. So they went out past the quarter horse farm stallion and all along their fence line. The chestnut one with the big head ran a little and about 5 dogs came out barking, and she waved at one working Mexican.
They went all the way through the woods on the path she'd just recently learned about and then came out near the scary pile. They trotted around half the big field and then trotted through the woods and came out the grassy area near all the jumps for a 15 minute dressage practice. The boss had told her to walk and trot with circles and bending and transitions. Jill imagined her melting into walk.
She also got instruction to whack Buddy "anywhere convenient" if he was nipping at her, which he was doing on the way in. She mostly successfully blocked, and she made him turn back to the gate and she made him whoa once on the way in, since he wasn’t dragging her around for once. He liked her attention and seemed like he wanted to behave, a little bit anyway.
When taking the two out at a time, the boss's partner said to let Nellie go first, because then if the other one spins to kick her, "she will just kick his *ss," but Jill didn't think he really knows the way that little nasty horse goes. And, she did not want to be caught in the kicking cross fire! Her preference was to let go of the pushy, pig idiot horse first, in the hopes he would be LESS likely to rush to the hay, since he would not be in competition for it. It still meant that you were standing behind him as he was released, not ideal, to be sure. They'd all heard the maybe better if it had been fatal turn out story right???
Jill reported that was certainly down on the eating all day every day routine. Between tack and cleaning boots, she was sure the friggin’ shavings would come just when she had her hands full and she knew she would spend the afternoon they’d promised her for writing time bedding in a couple of loads per stall.
She was worried about the laser treatment and what it might be doing to her eyes. But she just had to trust her boss’s boss that if she needed homeopathic shades for her eyes to go with the new age, cutting age treatment for her pony, she would have provided them. They seemed to have discontinued all the other homeopathic medical treatments he was getting, and Jill had to say, she was releived for the reduced workload, whether client approved or not.
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