Post by Joey Flamick on May 31, 2015 15:24:15 GMT -6
The yearling black and white pinto trotted at the end of the lead rope as he guided the horse around the ring. He spoke softly eyes bright and smile kind as he exercised the young filly. She was not a fan of the saddle so he was trying to get her used to the weight on her back gradually. The heavy blanket on her back was at least staying on today. Yesterday she kept bucking or yanking it off with her teeth. Today he'd used straps and had to wait for her to stop bucking to start the exercises. He didn't want to rush her into saddle riding but she was getting close to the right age.
Slowing her down he started reeling her in closer to him but she flipped her head angrily twisting to try and bite at the rope. She certainly was a feisty one, and not a big fan of people which was why he liked to train her without other riders around. He let her trot back out but not as far as before continuing to speak to her wanting her to get used to his voice. "Mom told me that she's going to be baking pies today. If she has any apples left I'll bring them for you tomorrow. She makes the best apple pies. Lots of crumbly goodness on top. It's like an apple pie mixed with an apple cobbler."
Again he started bringing her in all the while chattering softly on about pies. "But her apple pies aren't my favorite she makes this peanut butter pie that makes me drool. I could eat pie all day. If she didn't already run a business I'd told her she should open a pie shop. Because everyone likes pie." Yanking on the rope she nickered at him and he chuckled letting her just trot in a circle rather than bringing her any closer. "I think you'd love her pies too. I see that look in your eye. You want pie." Flicking her tail she tossed her head letting out what liked to call horsey laughter. She was a beautiful filly just a little rough around the edges.
Slowing her down he started reeling her in closer to him but she flipped her head angrily twisting to try and bite at the rope. She certainly was a feisty one, and not a big fan of people which was why he liked to train her without other riders around. He let her trot back out but not as far as before continuing to speak to her wanting her to get used to his voice. "Mom told me that she's going to be baking pies today. If she has any apples left I'll bring them for you tomorrow. She makes the best apple pies. Lots of crumbly goodness on top. It's like an apple pie mixed with an apple cobbler."
Again he started bringing her in all the while chattering softly on about pies. "But her apple pies aren't my favorite she makes this peanut butter pie that makes me drool. I could eat pie all day. If she didn't already run a business I'd told her she should open a pie shop. Because everyone likes pie." Yanking on the rope she nickered at him and he chuckled letting her just trot in a circle rather than bringing her any closer. "I think you'd love her pies too. I see that look in your eye. You want pie." Flicking her tail she tossed her head letting out what liked to call horsey laughter. She was a beautiful filly just a little rough around the edges.