Calabar and I are still working on our riding and we seem to be cooperating better than ever these days. He needs a confident hand--or as Allie says, more leg--and somewhere along the line, I found that in myself. At least most days. It also appears I've forgotten how to ride in a western saddle, so I'll be working on that with Lena and hoping I don't irritate her too much in the process. My left foot refuses to stay in the stirrup at a canter, regardless of what direction I'm going or how short the stirrups are. I have no idea what's causing this so my only solution is to toss that heavy saddle up more than every other month or so.
|After Allie tortured my by raising the stirrups|
|It's like riding a bike?|
|Lena shows Allie how to chase a cow|
|"His nose is so small!"|
"Are you SURE?" they said.
|"Tuffy is right there!"|
|Tuffy and his momma, Truly a Hot Pepper|
I think that's okay, at least for now.