Monday

I tried to create an alliterative title, something catchy, but not a lot goes with Monday. There's maniacal, mucho, marvelous - which is NOT the vibe I'm going for, so I just settled on Monday.

Last week was a mother trucker of a week. It poured last Monday which was actually awesome, but it meant I didn't get to ride. On Tuesday, I dropped Newt off at the doctor (aka the service department). On Wednesday, I worked super late with no pay and then picked Newt up. On Thursday, my mom and her friend spent the night on their way back home from Mississippi. That was a good disruption to my schedule though. Plus, she brought fudge. 

Almost a summer coat.

Friday was the first day that I was able to get to the barn since the previous Sunday. When I walked up, both horses gave me a greeting, and neither seemed too upset with me. When I brought Izzy up to be groomed, I was surprised at the change in his coat. Even with no grooming for the better part of a week, he was shiny and pleasantly plump. He's about three fourths of the way shed out. His barrel and rump still need to let loose some hair, but he's starting to look less scruffy.

I saddled up and had a lovely ride. He wasn't perfect, but that's mostly because I am not perfect, but it was one of those rides where our communication was good. I hosed him off and left the barn feeling very satisfied. Later, I spoke with the ranch owner who told me about the excitement on Friday morning. While the farrier was there, one of the mares had made a run for it which riled up all of the horses, including Izzy. Apparently he galloped around for quite some time. No wonder we'd had a pleasant ride that afternoon.

Sometimes, we're better off not knowing.