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!