Just had to vent a bit. Spent pretty much my whole afternoon sweating, covered in dirt and manure and horse hair. Why am I overweight when I get to lift weights in the form of stomped down pillars of bone and fur?
My workout was tidying up Mia's front hooves. Just the fronts. An hour and a half +. I usually take my time (a long time) as I'm no pro, but I really just went in there to clean up her fronts and make sure the thrush she's blessed me with was going away as planned.
Instead, she *tried* to walk away from me in the pasture. Thankfully, she does have a brain, and only took about two steps in the wrong direction, then turned back towards me. Smart pony.
She didn't do anything too naughty, just the fun little tricks of leaning into me, hopping over a tiny step (so I had to move my stand and all my tools back into reach), stomping her little feet into the ground. Bitch.
I try. Okay? I try hard. Times are tough and I'm spending all this money on a horse I can barely ride, because she's so insecure. She's green. She's just not used to trail riding. I call bull on my own excuses for this mare. Pray the weather rocks this weekend, we're going riding. I'm ready to canter some circles and get us both in shape for some serious summer fun in the mountains.
Sigh... Days like today she just pushes my buttons...
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