Ride 'Em Cowgirl

Hard to believe the last two rides have been western. I rode the fenceline this evening in search of the elusive ground. I have gone over that stupid electric fence 3 times now. Can't find the problem. I thought I had it tonight. Found it twisted around the permanent fence in one spot. That wasn't it. It's not the charger, not the ground ( I watered it), not the corner that busted. Tomorrow I'll get another look at it. The point is....I rode the fenceline on my trusty steed.

Priss is a saint. I love her. She is solid, confident, calm. I had a good ride. My butt hurts in weird places. Doesn't do that English. We only had one problem with our ride. Diesel. He was pushy and feeling good. He did not respect my space at all. I wanted to beat him. He crowds me when I ride someone else. At one point I was in position to whack him for getting too close...I held nothing back. Can't have a behemoth charging and kicking when I ride. Dangerous. And scary when the ground begins to shake before the freight train (Diesel, get it?) comes blasting past. The ground shakes...then the pooters begin. He stepped on ALOT of frogs :) I would be more mad if he wasn't having so much fun. I love for the horses to jump and stretch and frolic. Just not near me, thanks. After the ride, I lunged Diesel pretty hard. I asked nicely and if he kicked those legs out at me, I growled and pushed him forward until his attitude changed. Had to push twice. After cool off, he gave me his attention and respect. Little gals must behave, big boy will behave or I go squish. Not cool. He has his days. Saturday I was in love with him. He stood still for an hour waiting on the farrier. No hissy fits. Much respect. Saturday was good, today bad.

But Priss....Saturday good, Monday great. I love her. Worth a billion bucks. No lie. My life is blessed.