Tomorrow, we'll probably go to church, followed by a late morning breakfast/brunch and then have no plans for the remainder of the day. Sounds good to me.
But on Sunday, it's another story...see this guy here? This is Shad. He's my hubby's horse. Shad is the King Farook of the pasture and our little herd. He is the un-challenged leader. He can still make Ladde do the baby chew in a New York minute. Oh yeah...he's one bad boy.
Then there are those times he can be a big old girl...he squeals with the best of 'em. Just like a little girl. And he pitches the best hissy fits you'll ever see. He's going to be 18 this year and he's going on 2. Uh-huh. That's right - he still hasn't grown up, nor do I think he ever will. He loves to play. Probably moreso than any other horse we've got. He and Harley play a lot - face wars. I can buck higher than you. I can sit'n'spin prettier than you. I can run faster than you. I can slide farther than you. You name it, they play it. Every once in a while, they even get Ladde to join in. Occasionally, the girls might play along - you know, lower themselves to the level of "those juveniles". You know what I'm talkin' bout. Those dreadful and silly boys...nuff said.
Shad doesn't get ridden very often. He's what we refer to as our "flatlander". He loves arena work. He looks beautiful under tack, english or western. He's very much out of shape and doesn't have much in the way of muscle tone. What fitness he has is entirely up to him. He's a pasture potato. Shad gets verrrry excited when he gets to go somewhere. Shad's veins pop out and his nostrils flare. Shad bucks. Impressively so.
Sunday my hubby is taking his beautiful boy to a riding clinic in Washington state. I do believe it will be one of a few times Shad will have been ridden in the last several years. First time off the farm in many.
Please pray for my hubby's safety.
I'm going as the official photographer.
I can't ride because of my toe.