Tw finished work early today as we had a pleasure ride to do. But she felt sad and poorly and lay down in the field for a bit. Goodness that was scary! She eventually felt a bit better so up to the yard we went and off to the ride. Exciting.
We were meant to be riding with olive and chums but at the ride TW spied another chum who needed company. Tack on and off we set, another lady asked to ride with us. That was fine. She had an Oliver. The Oliver had a red ribbon but the lady said he didn't kick she just didnt like horses up his bum.
Off we went, past a scary gate , onto a road and then onto the field edges. Trot trot trot. We trotted on and off for miles. It was fab. Me and my endurance bud at front, Oliver behind. For a wee moment Oliver got in front and the lady said please go past us again. So we did. Bad Oliver swung his bum and kicked TW square on the thigh. Ouchy. She was sore. She thought she would be sick. Couldn't speak much. But then she decided she was ok and off we went again, trotbtrotbtrot.
It was a gorgeous route. Mostly trotting, a bit of walking when TW was tired and a couple of amazing canters. Ten miles altogether, TW was chuffed. I was starving. Quick wash, back home nd to the field for a roll. Perfect. TW said she was glad bad Oliver didnt kick me. I agree.
good thing mean Oliver didn't get you. We sure do hope your Mom is OK, that had to hurt big time. Oh, our last name is Oliver, but we aren't mean.
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