Where are you going? Where are you taking Lucy? You forgot me!
I pulled my little car out of the garage and followed Brett down the driveway at 6:25. Pistol went airborne along the fenceline; bucking and launching herself in the air while screaming at us. Lucy called back a few times and then we were down the road, out of sight.
We pulled into PEC and parked at 7:30. I unloaded Lucy without incident and tacked her up. We walked over to Sandy's barn which was quiet; no groom, no Sandy. Hmmm. I checked the white board which had student names and lesson times. My name wasn't there. Worried double hmmm. I decided to warm up Lucy while waiting for Sandy to arrive even though it wasn't yet 8:00.
At 8:10 Brett sent Sandy a text asking if the lesson was on. Meanwhile, I kept working Lucy.
Canter, counter-canter, leg yield, haunches in, short strides, extended strides: you name it, if we knew how to do it, we did.
At 8:30 we called it quits. I had been riding for almost 45 minutes and needed to hightail it into work. Sandy called me on my cell as we were walking back to the trailer. Her groom, who kept her schedule on track, stopped working for Sandy last week. And, I really should have sent a reminder text last night. We rescheduled for next week and I did get a nice ride on Lucy. I just wish Sandy could have seen us.
I changed into my work clothes in the horse trailer tack room, sweating like a pig. I downed a bottle of water on my way into work and walked into my office with a layer of grime on top of my make up. Okay, you couldn't see it, but that's how it felt. I have a sample spritzer of perfume in my office -- I hope it covered up the smell of horse.
Meanwhile, Brett hauled Lucy back home. Pistol was waiting and as soon as she saw the trailer, she started up screaming and racing around. Brett parked, lowered Lucy's trailer window, and Lucy crammed as much of her body as she could out of the window and called back to Pistol; "I'm home! They didn't sell me! I get to stay here!" Brett was afraid Lucy would be prancy and pushy when he unloaded her, but she stood still until he was ready to lead her out and then walked out calmly.
I'm calling it a successful day.