Goofball

I hate to jinx it but Diesel is still sound. It was quite chilly today so I lunged instead of riding. He looked great. My big Bubba really is a stunning beast. He has that lean thoroughbred look with a long, graceful stride. The cold weather instigated several bucking fits, all meant in play. I also lunged Bec. It occurred to me that Bubs really is my only truly sound horse and it is definitely off and on.

Becca is great at a walk-trot but never did recover enough to be sound at a canter. That shoulder just won't stretch comfortably. I tied Diesel up not so much to cool off after such a light workout but to work on patience while I lunged Bec. He immediately began chewing on his lead rope. He chewed and rubbed and played with it but did not spook at himself. Very good. Near the end of the workout I glanced his way and discovered he had untied himself. Once undone, he just stood in place without so much as moving a foot. He stayed that way even after I retied him. This horse is a goofball. He is cooperative but his mind needs constant action. He has personality in spades. And to think, he has spent most of his life ignored. How could you not love an animal like that? He's lucky I found him. I'm lucky to have him. My life is blessed.