“I just turned Ransom out in the field for you and he is
tearing it up! I’ve never seen him like this. And I got it on video!”
It was true; she showed me the proof when I arrived at
the barn a short while later. This is what happens when I’m gone for five days
and Ransom starts getting lunch time grain:
After that little display, I didn’t have high
expectations for our afternoon ride. I expected a throwaway ride – you know, when
you spend the whole ride trying to pick up the pieces of your horse’s brain,
and make it back to ground zero. Maybe the next day you’ll actually make progress,
but today you’re resigned to remedial work.
Ransom surprised me. Instead of a throwaway, he was soft
and responsive – no sign of his morning madness. After being out of town visiting another barn, I was glad to be back on my own horse. I stroked his sweaty neck. And smiled.
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