Tuesday, it had rained earlier and I thought "the sun in out, the ground is soft..we are RIDING OUT"
I've been riding in the pastures lately but ittttching to get out. Laz's feet have been a bit footy so knowing the dirt road had been rained on, I knew it would be more squishy.
Heading out bareback, I rode him in his knotted halter
Mason and Laz watching some shirtless dude unload his garbage.
We waved as we walked by...like RIGHT by him.
He just stared.
Does that ever happen? Do people forget the words "Hello." or "Hi" or even "Don't wave at me"...it's randomly awkward. For him. Learn your words. Or you know, just wave back.
Or don't. But maybe, put your shirt back on...unless you are this guy
We are riding...
It was HOT. Mason rolled in every rain puddle which was great
I always worry he's too hot. I'd rather have mud in my car than an over heated pup.
Laz was being uber chill and we may or may not have wandered into a neighbors secret trail.
This was the same neighbor that houses hunting blinds, so it's risky to sneak out on...but there are some days that I can.not.resist.
Here is a quick video of this heavenly place.
We saw a baby deer, a momma deer and a few rabbits and a unicorn (not in video-sorry!)
Walking home, Laz sniffered up this branch on the road
And picked it right up...
We kept walking and he wagged it all around
Flipped it around..I tried to see if it was caught on his halter, but no...just between his lips.
He carried for at least 1/2 a mile
I think even Mason was like "Oh ya..that's a gud branch!"
Funny pony, his curiosity is one of my favorite traits of his
The boys resting while I work from home...
Thursday; Laz had a hoof trimming appointment and a Chiro adjustment.
I arrived at the barn about 40 minutes early to try to sneak in a ride.
It was 10000000% humidity that day and when I pulled Laz off his pasture, he was so sweaty, hot and annoyed with the bugs. They were TERRIBLE! The big bomber flys are out-bastards!!! I am convinced they are reincarnated evil doers and I was lunging at them like a blind cat.
Poor Laz...he seemed SO disgruntled I quickly decided a ride was not going to be pleasant for either one of us.
So I hosed his Majesty off..
Hosed, scrape, hose, scrape. He kept sighing, angel face! I hand walked him, we played on the ground and resprayed him with fly spray-ear to tail!
Here are my trimmer and chiro chatting it up. They often work on the same clients
It was great to have them talk about thoughts regarding Laz briefly.
We are very lucky to have great people willing to work on him
Laz just waiting patiently. This boy is so good.
He took the adjustment very well, and did great with trimming.
I'll be doing a hoof post soon documenting some changes from 4 weeks ago to latest.