I got sidetracked whacking back the overgrown clumps of drought tolerant, native grasses that we planted on our slopes. Since I had to do the same task last year, I have decided to call it
The Annual Whacking of the Grasses. But that meant that Wally didn't get his morning ride. Instead, I finally got around to tacking him up just as the sun settled behind the hills. To Wally, the setting sun was the cue for his dinner, not for his saddle. So when I hopped on board he was, to put it mildly, a little distracted. And perturbed. When I rode past a pair of riders, each one mounted on a dusky palomino, Wally began to strut and shake his head. He arched his neck, humped his back and sashayed like a sea serpent. He was displaying both his evening friskiness and his displeasure at missing his regularly scheduled meal.
At that moment, the man aboard the taller of the palominos looked at Wally and said, quite seriously, "Is he a rodeo horse?"
I wanted to reply, "Now what gave you
that idea?" but I was too busy bending Wally around my left leg to re-focus his attention on me. Instead I laughed, "No, he's just
acting like a rodeo horse."
Wally's impression of
Midnight: Champion Rodeo Horse only resulted in him having to work in the arena for 20 minutes. Once I got back
Wally: Treasured Trail Horse and Pleasure Mount, I headed back home. Wally got a good grooming session by the dim light of an autumn sunset, and then he got his dinner. And once more, everything was right in his world.
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5 comments:
awwwww wally a rodeo horse!?!?! he must have been pretty frisky! for a short time at least, by wally standards.
Wally? A rodeo horse? Naw... he couldn't of gotten THAT bad!
Wally was just showing off! :) I have ridden my mare before dinner before and when we are walking down the driveway she always wants to look back at the barn yearningly, acting like she is never going to return.
Gwen
What's especially funny is, what precisely would Wally DO at a rodeo? I mean, come on. He couldn't ever chase a cow. Well, maybe a milk cow.
It will now be known as The Annual Whacking of the Grasses, I have determined. However, that meant Wally would miss his morning ride. Instead, as the sun was setting behind the hills, I finally got around to tacking him up. The lowering of the sun signaled Wally to get out of his saddle and have dinner. He was therefore, to put it politely, a little distracted when I got on board.This was an easy-to-read and well-written post. I can't wait to read more content like to this in the future. I have no doubt that a lot of readers will benefit from this content.
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