Adventures with my pocket sized warmblood this afternoon~
It was around 92, so I wasn’t expecting him to be so willing and lovely! Did some flat work, and then took him over the the tree farm for a gallop. He went for a while and didn’t complain at a perfect speed.
There was a grad party at a house adjacent to the tree farm and he stood like one stoic motherfucker while being surrounded by 19 small children all petting him.
THEN Did some jumping, schooled him over a 3’ two stride line and he did it beautifully several times. Hosed him off and then played with him in the front yard for a while.
Gah, love my pony. So lucky to have him.