Finally, the ice on the driveway has melted, and it's safe to go outside. Actually, it was melted last weekend, but someone was off galavanting and left me home standing in the barn. We made up for it today. Brita came to the barn all clean and spiffy, toting clean tack and she decked me out in my "going outside gear". She took a picture to begin with, just in case I came back in looking like a mudpie. So, here I am all ready to go... but what have you done to my tail? Actually, besides the mud knot in my tail, you will notice in the pictures she also braided my mane. She does this when we go outside to avoid getting tangled up in it. She says 3 minutes of braiding can save a lot of hair, and some potentially awkward situations if I get a little out of hand.
Since we have not been outside since the last thaw at Christmas, and because we have only actually ridden about once a month all winter, we started inside to work some kinks out and get a feel for each other's mood. Most of the time, I am a regular kinda guy inside, but now and then I like to pretend I'm Pegasus.
We practiced crossing the pavement safely. You have to be careful, especially when it's wet. I always walk cautiously on the road. No dancing around here.
It really was a great day. I felt so good afterwards. Too bad it wasn't sunny and pretty out, but at least we didn't get caught in the rain. I really hope that winter is over and we can go outside every day. Although Brita arrived all spiffy, with clean tack, by the time she got everything put right around the barn, she was sweaty, covered in hair and hayseed, and had an armload of dirty tack and yucky towels. While I spend the afternoon munching hay and feeling all relaxed and happy, she muttered something about laundry and cleaning. At least she will have these pictures to look at to remember why she she has to do all that.