Monday, January 30, 2012

Smokey, Me, and the Windy Day

My infrequent rides are making it tough to make much progress, but we still seem to get somewhere.

In a glacial, agonizingly slow, was- that-progress kind of way.

I finished up my chores at the barn and brought Smokey in for saddling. It was odd, none of the horses were much interested in their hay in the paddocks.

That should have been your first clue.

Well, I noticed, but what am I going to do?
Wait for the wind to die down?

Yes. Absolutely. Yesh. I can't believe I
still have to explain this to you.

I'm a little slow.

So we went directly to the arena...

INSTEAD of the round pen.

I just wanted to point that out.

Yes. Because by now I should just get on you and ride.

On a windy day.

Yes! Even on a windy day!

What. ever.

I let out my new, extra long lead rope
for a brief lunge session, a sort of compromise...
There's no fun stuff
on one of those ropes.

Smokey started out very well. And then
he suddenly scooted over to the other side.

Because of my keen senses. Geez. You
can't see ANYTHING.
Tell me something.
How do you even manage to drive over
here without being killed and devored?

I guess that's because nothing is hunting me.

Oh sure, just lord over me with
the "top of the food chain" thing.

Nothing is hunting YOU either.

That's because I'm ever vigilant.

That's because there's nothing out there.


Think about it. When did you ever see anything
out there bigger than a rabbit?

Thinking is what produces all those
carcasses on the side of the highway.

I guess that's ONE way to look at it.

Anyway, together we eventually got over it and
moved on to some basics.

I have no idea why you have
this obsession with straight lines.

It's supposed to be about focus.
That was what I was reading on all the blogs this week.

Blogs. Yesh. I tell you,
we'll get there.
No problem.

I know we will. But sometimes
I think we should be more efficient.

Face it.
We're not
like them.
We like wandering.

Unless it's windy.

Well, duh.


Shirley said...

Opinionated fella, that Smokey.
Any time spent with horses is time well spent, even on a windy day. Right, Smokey?

Dan and Betty Cooksey said...

That is so funny and so true. You really should write a book some day. I would definitely buy it.


Cheyenne said...

I read this with some interest! Gracie, has no such notions, her windy day is anothers problem, She finds it somewhat "refreshin`" Lol. October past we traveled to the Cheviot hills, to explore a newish route, but only to be savaged by a really powerful wind across the tops! I posted about it. She never batted an eyelid. Yet later on, after we got hom, she jumped at least ten feet, when a bush moved, due to a light breeze???? Whats that all about?

John and Regina Zdravich said...

Too funny! I love Smokey's personality!
Strange how the wind makes them go bonkers....

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

lol! Cute post :)


Emme said...

I always wonder what it would be like to live as prey. what scents and smells linger in the winds?
Must really be something, maybe equine BBQ, the way they react to it.