A day back in December, a barnmate and I found ourselves tacking up almost at the same time. I looked to her, she looked at me, and we both suggested a trail ride. We'd found out earlier that our ponies were quite compatible on the trails, in that Archie gets to lead and her horse is encouraged to walk slightly faster than his normal gait. Since then, we've met every Sunday at roughly the same time, though it's technically completely unplanned.
The first few trips, we walked until the dirt road across the street dead-ended, then turned around and came back. In the beginning, Archie was prone to spook randomly and needed a little contact on the return, so as not to lose his head. Nowadays, we can go an entire walk without spooking and we do the whole thing on the buckle. He takes his leading job very seriously.
|Freaking loves this.|
|Standing water in the marshland is actually scarier than you might think. There was about a hundred feet of random pools.|
|Gonna start wearing his fancy open-fronts instead.|