In case anyone was wondering, I didn't accept the job offer from the vet's office. I told her that I would pass the word that she was looking, but that I was content where I am.
The weather has been random lately. Friday, after the vet visit, I had all intentions of riding. As we were leaving the office, I had to scrap those plans due to the rolling thunder. Is this a me thing? Rain, fine. Thunder? Fuck no. I ended up just going out to the barn and giving Archie a solid grooming, some treats and his beet pulp.
|This was disgusting.|
|You can kinda sorta see the sprinkles on his sun-bleached coat.|
|It leaked all over the cardboard box and the wrapping on the supplements.|
Flat work was followed up by a itty bitty trail ride - which we haven't done much of since the bugs came out to play.
Sunday, I set up my favorite one-stride exercise. I'm getting better about not ripping myself to pieces, but I also want a trainer. I don't think it's fair to Archie for his rider to jump like shit and expect him to be a saint. I need instant correction. ..Though, the Kid is a great teacher.
(For whatever reason, the iPhone decided to stop recording about the time that I dismounted and set the fence he knocked over back up. Whatever.)