It didn't work out that way.
Are we going back to my stall where I'll get cookies and carrots and lunch?
No, Winston. We are going to the round pen. You are going to work.
Work? Hah! I'm going to buck and fart and blow you off.
Your choice, Winston. Wlithout a lunge line I can't do much to make you pay attention to commands. But I can make you keep working until you relax and tune in.
After hosing Winston off (he had worked up a mighty sweat) and putting him away, Brett and I headed to one of the wineries in Amador County. It was on the way home. And I needed a glass of wine.