A Whole Lot of Squealing Going On

Brett let Flash, Jackson and Mufasa out of their pasture to roam around the ranch this morning.  The boys made a bee-line for Pistol's pasture.  They did some grazing, but mostly the boys arched their necks over her fence while Pistol squealed.  She's a flirt, that Pistol.

Flash, You're a gelding.  Put that thing away.  Brett said it was out all day.  Poor Flash.

When I got home from work I jumped on Pistol bareback and Brett jumped on Mufasa.  We rode for 20 minutes or so; just long enough.  Pistol is out of shape; Buffy hasn't had time to ride her since, oh, September I think she said.  Pistol was huffing and puffing after just a few laps at trot.  It was fun though.  There's nothing like riding bareback to help with balance.  I sat up tall and balanced with my core and not by gripping with my legs.

For those of you who asked about Pistol; in a nutshell - we are taking care of her for a few months while her owner (and our friend) Buffy travels and settles into her new home.  There's a lot going on in Buffy's life right now and not much time -- or riding space -- for Pistol.

After riding, I unpacked a package from my friend Terri in Virginia.  She and her husband have a wonderful B&B there.  Brett and I spent our honeymoon there.  It was perfect; beautiful, historic, wonderful food -- and a great friend.

Chocolate is love, right?

I opened the box and saw so much love, I got dizzy.

I ate a brownie before dinner and another afterwards.  Yum!

Thanks, Terri!