Saturday, we went western. I put on my boots and dusted off the trail saddle.
I don't think Winston has ever worn a Western saddle before. Fortunately, he is the same size as Jackson so my practically brand new trail saddle fits him. I thought he looked pretty spiffy in his casual wear.
When we started walking over to the mounting block, he wasn't too sure. The saddle creaks and squeaks a lot -- the way new saddles do. We walked around in the arena until he got used to the sounds and relaxed. Then we hit the open road.
|Past the bunnies and the hay shed...|
|...down the back driveway|
|Jackson wanted to know what the heck we were doing going back and forth, back and forth, up and down the driveway.|
|We got the gate open. It wasn't graceful and involved Winston getting smacked by the gate (he didn't even jump!).|
|We turned right and followed the property line towards the main entrance and the goats.|
|The furthest he had been was this corner. He wasn't sure about going further.|
|And he wasn't sure about the two goats that were napping on top of the big boulder (gone in this photo).|
|Yawning, stretching goats resemble bobcats. At least, that's what Winston told me. Not that he's ever seen a bobcat.|
|We were riding into the sun... a photo no-no. Or maybe we were being blessed by the sunlight.|
|We met a neighbor coming back from a ride on one of her horses and chatted for awhile.|
|Then it was back up the driveway to home.|
|I think he earned this. Don't you?|