First the bad news - Tank, the upper barn kitty, died while we were at ASHAM. He was my favorite cat because of his cantankerous manner, and I was really bummed to learn that he won't be napping under my saddle rack anymore. They tried to save him, but he didn't make it. Rest in peace, Tank - you weren't one for catching mice, but you were always ready for a scratch on the head. But only on the head - you'd try to bite if someone dared to scratch anywhere else. I'll miss you.
I rode Doc bareback, with a bareback saddle pad. He is pretty darn bony, that old guy. I was a little nervous at first, and M's instructions on how to bail should I lose my balance didn't help much. However, I never felt that a fall was eminent, but we weren't exactly tearing around the arena, either.
We worked off the longe line, at a sitting trot and posting trot. We didn't work up to a canter, though. M had me trot circles, which was hard, at both ends of the ring. By the time the lesson was over, my legs were getting a little sore.
Blondie is going to stay inside until November, with daily turn out. Then she can be outside for November - January. I haven't figured out what to do with her after that, but I think I am going to try and take lessons at a few other barns, just to see how they do things. I left a message for one trainer, and I'm going to call another one on Monday. Hope they call me back.