Yep, Spode is home and tired of gr. 10 history. She can't say that she's tired of the 1920s since that's the era that's near and dear to my heart and hooves, but she is ready for a break. I am ready for some learning. I enjoy my holidays, don't get me wrong, but I'm looking forward to some schooling of my own this December, and it starts now.
You're back! Yay!! |
Spode has been a bit flustered trying to get me to stand still since her return home. I promised to work on it. She promised to be patient. I've already made leaps and bounds since yesterday, so I figure we'll be back on track by the weekend.
Lucky for me, my cute face allows me to get away with pretty much anything. |
But did I give up? Oh no, Old Sports. I am the GREAT Gatsby--I have some tricks up my feathers. I quickly made a new plan of action. I looked at the mud and where Spode was standing on her dry cement ledge. Aha! Without a second thought, I leapt into the muddiest part. Just as I suspected, there was a crunch as the top layer of ice crushed and my hooves sunk into the soft mud. Then I hit the watery part. Thanks to my leap (and, let's be honest, my extreme weight), the mud arced beautifully up into the air, flowing forward and onto Spode. Spode went from being perfectly clean to being an appaloosa of sorts, brown spots of mud covering her legs, her jacket, her hands, her hair, and best of all her face. I am such a smart horse.
I wondered for a split second if she would be mad as she looked at herself in utter shock for a moment and then looking back at me. But Spode would never be mad at such a thing. She about doubled over in laughter. What a glorious start to the day! She definitely regretted showering before coming to the barn though! We make quite a pair.
I secretly pondered doing the same thing when Spode let me back out, but what's the point in getting her muddy again? No, better save that trick for when she's clean again! |
Would you believe she took this photo AFTER she brushed me? The dust clouds are endless. Anyone would think I'm living in the Valley of Ashes or something... |
I actually quite enjoy the lunging. And she says I'm a natural. Today we did halts, walk, trot, canter and down again. She said anyone would think I've been lunged for years instead of 2 days. What can I say--I'm a genius. Well, really... it's not very different from being free lunged apart from the circle bit. Circles are pretty dull. Spode said she's never taught me to lunge before because she hates making me circle on my growing joints. She just wanted to make sure I had the skill though. Today's training session clearly demonstrated that I can do it in my sleep, so no more for now. Tomorrow I think we might go for a little ride instead. That'll be a nice break.
Just tell me that I'm brilliant. And then maybe give me a treat, too. |
Off or on the lunge, I am still easily distracted though. Please forgive me. There was a great big truck, trailer, and digger out there today-that's pretty distracting! |
A little privacy wouldn't go amiss you know. Just saying. |
That being said, I understand she added to my fan base while teaching. One of them drew a pony in my honour:
Spitting image, no? To be fair, only a small group of students had the privilege of actually seeing photos of me. |
I'm sure there will be plenty of blog posts to keep you entertained this holiday season. Spode and I are going to have a great month off together!
Until later, old sports.
Jay.