I wish Blondie's head set was this high...
Another chilly night for horseback riding! At least I wasn't suffering alone. Jen had a lesson, too, on trusty Doc. I didn't want to try to wade through all of the snow and ice to get Blondie, so she had yet another day of lounging in the pasture. Instead I rode Harley, and it turned out to be a little more challenging than normal because he was crabby. With a capital C-R-A-B-B-Y.
The intense leg strengthening exercises continued. My left leg is rock solid, but for some reason, the right leg flops irritatingly about. I can't figure it out. It's my stronger leg, yet I have less control over it. I also can't roll in on my leg very much, and that sinking down into your ankle? Forget it on that side. All of the muscles are too tight. I don't know if it's because it's so cold, or what.
M had a meeting after the lesson, so Jen and I were left to put the horses away. The riders got warmer than the horses, so it didn't take long to get them brushed and their blankets back on. Then we trudged out to let Doc out in the pasture with the lesson horses. It was so funny after Jen unhooked the lead rope - the other horses thundered up, freaking her out. She ran out of the pasture and slammed the gate shut, accusing them of charging her. That's how I feel every time I put Blondie away, and DeeDee races over to investigate. Stay away! Eat your grass!