Getterdone

After Maggie, Dewey and Waffles are like the world's best horses. I'm also doing something different this time around - I'm not in it alone. I'm going out with company. I'm not trying to be some Joan of Arc (even Joan of Arc had company). If it wasn't for Waffles, Dewey would be way more nervous trying new things. Because he has the solid Waffles behind him, Dewey is a calm and confident most of the time horse. And Waffles herself is just an old, opinionated mare. She definitely wants to do what she wants to do, but she is most of the time just a horse that clocks in, does the job, doesn't worry about running dogs or bicycles or trash trucks. It's almost like she's got an earpiece in and is conducting some other very important business while going through the motions of scary new trail rides. She's only been here two weeks and she's never flinched at anything. She's a Getterdone. Go at that trail, and getterdone. Then come back and doze. I still don't trust her all the way, because I've been riding the bigger, blacker horse, and I don't have a good track record with ponies. But she seems to be a reliable horse. Dewey is a gazelle of a horse, two people have said "he looks like a painting." He is the horse people pose with in those 18th century fox hunting paintings where the people's heads look too small and the horses' legs look too thin. He is a horse that floats along next to you, looking to you for support, because he's still a gawky teenager. But he has a solid head on his shoulders, he's wary of some new things, but not a bolter or a nervous horse. He loves going out. So that's the horse situation. The horses are training each other, and if they didn't eat hay, there'd be no problem at all with keeping them. But for now I'll teach the kids on Waffles, and train Dewey and keep getting to go out on gentle trail rides where nothing happens except peace.