Okay, technically, it should be Fett Bogenschutze und Ochse, but Pfeil makes me think of Pferd and has a nice symmetry.
When last I wrote of the kiddos, I'd let my trail buddy hop on Archie for a few minutes. I'd fallen off Archie a few weeks prior. And I was having problems keeping my goddamn self up over fences on Ox.
I haven't eaten dirt lately (knock on wood), and things are actually looking pretty damn good. All things relative. I mean, Archie has been blowing abscesses out of his left hind coronet band periodically over the last couple of months. In an effort to perform cheaper diagnostics, we're ruling out the shitty wet pasture he was in before we run tests. He's perfectly sound. I mean, as sound as he can be...
And I cracked a jump up a few holes to reintroduce myself to a little bit of height. It boggles my mind that I was jumping 2'6" regularly with Ox at the beginning of the summer and have now only started to think about that height again. It's not fear of refusals. The big bastard will jump the moon, or overjump the moon. It's always been the landing side of the fence that scared me more.
|Just a little raise.|
|This hot pink vertical was horrifying.|
And, following the direction from Liz' post, I made the Big Orange Booty a new rope halter. I purchased some of the rope she recommended and followed the video she also recommended. Really, really friendly project!