While the week was busy and filled with moments of complete insanity (oh, I so wish confidentially was not a component of my employment), I still enjoyed productive afternoons on the pony front. I got several good rides in on both boys and am feeling very encouraged.
I am meeting a newish reader tomorrow which I hope turns out well. I scared off the last young hopeful; I never blogged about it, but I was pretty disappointed.
The last gal was a college student who left a flyer with my barn owner asking if anyone needed help riding, grooming, or cleaning stalls. You know the type, hungry for horsey time and willing to do anything. Yeah, right.
I gave her a call hoping she might be qualified enough to ride one of my boys out on the trail with me. We met for a little get acquainted time where I (apparently) completely freaked her out with my very long list of how it must be dones. To say I am picky about how my boys are to be treated is an understatement of the largest degree possible.
I have rules for how they are to be haltered, which brushes are to be used when, how their hooves are to be handled, how they are to be girthed, how the bridle is slipped on, how they are to be ridden, how they are to be led, how they are to be untacked, and on and on. EVERYTHING has a rule.
They are my babies and their comfort and happiness is what I live for. College gal never came back. I guess she wasn't that hungry.
So, Sunday's meeting will probably be a bust, but I am ever hopeful that I will meet a kindred soul who recognizes that my particular equine family needs and deserves the very detailed attention that I lavish upon them. I'll let you know how it goes!