Needless to say, right now Wally is inside his house. His erstwhile "cabana" has become his Rain Room.
I don't think this storm will last long. But regardless of its duration it ruined my ride today. I rode Wally over to the stable where I give my riding lessons (it's my former coach's private facility) and sat on Wally while instructing Veronica, one of my students. Just as she finished her faux medal class work-off-- I have her practicing a variety of work-off patterns so she's prepared for everything-- I began to smell that distinctive odor of wet earth. The brisk wind was carrying it, along with a herd of dark clouds. Wally seemed rather pleased, however, because I'd also begun fooling around with asking him to perform some western horsemanship and trail class skills. I'd backed him around cones in a figure-8 pattern, loped over the little flower boxes and made him sidepass back and forth over some ground poles. The brewing rainstorm cut that short.
Once Veronica had her horse back in the crossties, I headed for home. Fortunately, the bridle paths are manicured enough that I could pretty much lope Wally all the way home. I made it to my tackroom just as the lightning and thunder started.
Oh well. There's always tomorrow. I can ride Wally then. But don't you know it'll probably be hot and sunny again. *sigh*
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