Saturday, July 25, 2009

Pony Ride part II

Aggie's friend K was over again last night. They first called me at work and then pounced on me as soon as I got in the house. Take us for a ride! This is K and Nikki .Here comes Aggie and Admiral. And the hoagie Aggie would not allow out of her sight. Try taking it away from her and risk losing a finger.Nikki, as irritated as I am by pictures of her @ss. Lily was our photographer for the evening.K and Nikki. I think this is adorable.Pre-flight preparations. Hoof picking.I let K give it a try. Good job!Saddle up! I included this photo mainly because of how horrified I am by it. Stupid jeans! You make me look bad! (Anybody else watch Courage the Cowardly Dog?)More of Lily's photography. Nikki trying to restrain herself from nipping because she knows the girth tightening is coming.Not too tight. Sam is my fellow wrangler. Pictured here with Admiral. We swapped horses for a little while when Admiral found it necessary to eat, eat, eat anything in his path. Sam got frustrated and needed a break from him temporarily.But mostly they got along.K and Nikki again. Know why I love this girl? She is an awesome baby talker to my horses. She really nails it. I was so cornfused when I saw this picture. Wondered what on earth I was doing. (Note Mark scratching his head in apparent cornfusion as well.) I was letting K use my leg as a mounting block. Still a pretty funny picture and add it to the unflattering shots of my rear end collection.Home again, home again, jiggetty jig. Lily didn't accompany us on the actual ride. She had a K friend over, too. So what she missed was Aggie getting silently furiously mad about her helmet. And then somehow, when I was in front of them, Admiral managed to step on his reins (I'm guessing he flipped them over his head so that they were hanging all to one side) and broke his headstall out on the trail. Fortunately, it wasn't a deal breaker since he was still haltered. I told Aggie it was a great opportunity to work on her balance. She was just fuming all the more since this added to her prior helmet fury. That's my girl! Once we were home she was all hugs and sweetness. Other than that hitch, ride accomplished! And the horses received their pay of half a Granny Smith each.

6 comments:

Michelle Johnson said...

What beautiful pictures. Looks like everyone had a great time except maybe Sam at that one point. You make me miss riding. I haven't gone riding for some years now. Hope all is well. Have a great evening.

fraught said...

Wow. And here I think I'm totally ringing the Swell Mom bell by making up a batch of play-doh for the 6-year-old and her friend.

Great pictures. (And your butt looks just fine!!!) Have I mentioned lately that I'm completely envious of your awesome shoulders??

Amy said...

That looks so fun! Your horses are beautiful. And I agree with fraught--those are butt shots to be proud of! My butt hasn't allowed itself to be photographed since, oh, 2002.

Emily said...

Man, I sure do love a good fury story.

Annette said...

That sound you're hearing is me weeping with pony ride envy.

Sara said...

Michelle, if the kids keep this up, I'll never get to ride. Wah! lol
Thanks fraught and Amy. Me and the butt try to be all zen about the effects of gravity. It's for function not fashion at this point. You are convincing me to enjoy these shoulders I've always found so mannish. :)
I know, Annette. I snagged 5 minutes of circles in the yard on each horse before I put them away. It was a little pathetic. (But Mark took me riding last night (kids at their grandma's) so I'm a little less pathetic for now.