Post by Peanut Loves EVERYONE!! on Jun 10, 2011 5:28:48 GMT -5
[[Grace]]
I led Bingo into the outdoor ring and latched the gate behind me. My big sooky stallion snorted and I draped his split-reins over his neck, leaving him to walk around the arena while I set up some barrels. I wanted to start riding more western, and I wanted to start getting Bingo into barrel patterns. I dragged a barrel into the middle of the ring and sighed. It was kinda heavy! Bingo trotted over to me, nickering, and I laughed. "Hey, silly boy," I said, kissing him on the nose. He snorted and tossed his head, and then sniffed the barrel, nudging it with his muzzle. The barrel teetered and then fell over, and Bingo jumped. I laughed, and went to stand it back up but he shoved it with his head, sending it rolling. "Horse, you are a genius!" I laughed, an idea springing into my head. Standing up the barrel again, I jogged to the edge of the ring and rolled the next barrel. Much easier! I finished setting up the pattern and grinned. Bingo by now was on the other side of the ring, stretching his neck over the rail to snatch at some grass. I put my hands on my hips and whistled to him.
Trotting over to me, Bingo snorted and tossed his head, his boofy mane flying everywhere. One of his reisn slid from his neck and hung from the bit, trailing through the dust. "Great, boy. These are brand new!" I said to him, flinging it back over his neck with a laugh. Bingo sighed, not caring. I smiled and then grabbed both the reins in one hand, then shoved my foot into my stirrup and swung up into Bingo's new western saddle. I'd gone a bit mad with my savings from my job, and bought him a whole bunch of new tack. "Come on then kid," I said to him, clicking my tongue. Bingo swung lazily into a trot, ambling around the ring. I sat to his trot, loving the sound of his heavy hooves hitting the ground. Leaning forward, I urged him into a canter. The horn of the saddle dug into my stomach and I scowled at it. After lapping the arena a couple times, I pulled Bingo back to a walk at one end of the ring and stroked his neck. "Let's do this Bing," I murmured to him.
Turning him for the first barrel, I rammed my heels into Bingo's sides. "Hah!" I cried, pumping my arms with Bingo's neck as he flew forwards, I grabbed the horn as we swung around the first barrel, and leaned slightly into the turn. Urging Bingo forwards to the next barrel, I made sure to slow him a little as he turned around it. Bingo's ears were pricked forward, and as we turned for the last barrel, his head flew up and he charged towards it. "Go, boy!" I called, urging him faster with my legs flapping. Bingo turned around the barrel, and just as we came around it, he knocked it. It rocked back and forth, but Bingo was already flying back for home, so I couldn't see if it fell. I held my reins nearly at Bingo's ears, my legs flying against his sides. Bingo surged forwards, galloping fast for the other side of the ring. I sat back sharply, pulling him back. Bingo hopped and skipped to a halt, his sides heaving. He puffed slightly from his run, but his eyes were sparkling. "Good boy," I said, patting his neck. I checked my watch, but it was still blinking 0.00 at me. "Urgh! I forgot to set the timer!" I groaned, slapping my forehead. I turned to see if we'd knocked the barrel over, and it was still rocking. It tipped to one side, and then hit the dust. "Ah well," I said to Bingo. "It was great for your first run in a while," I said, hugging his big fluffy neck.
I led Bingo into the outdoor ring and latched the gate behind me. My big sooky stallion snorted and I draped his split-reins over his neck, leaving him to walk around the arena while I set up some barrels. I wanted to start riding more western, and I wanted to start getting Bingo into barrel patterns. I dragged a barrel into the middle of the ring and sighed. It was kinda heavy! Bingo trotted over to me, nickering, and I laughed. "Hey, silly boy," I said, kissing him on the nose. He snorted and tossed his head, and then sniffed the barrel, nudging it with his muzzle. The barrel teetered and then fell over, and Bingo jumped. I laughed, and went to stand it back up but he shoved it with his head, sending it rolling. "Horse, you are a genius!" I laughed, an idea springing into my head. Standing up the barrel again, I jogged to the edge of the ring and rolled the next barrel. Much easier! I finished setting up the pattern and grinned. Bingo by now was on the other side of the ring, stretching his neck over the rail to snatch at some grass. I put my hands on my hips and whistled to him.
Trotting over to me, Bingo snorted and tossed his head, his boofy mane flying everywhere. One of his reisn slid from his neck and hung from the bit, trailing through the dust. "Great, boy. These are brand new!" I said to him, flinging it back over his neck with a laugh. Bingo sighed, not caring. I smiled and then grabbed both the reins in one hand, then shoved my foot into my stirrup and swung up into Bingo's new western saddle. I'd gone a bit mad with my savings from my job, and bought him a whole bunch of new tack. "Come on then kid," I said to him, clicking my tongue. Bingo swung lazily into a trot, ambling around the ring. I sat to his trot, loving the sound of his heavy hooves hitting the ground. Leaning forward, I urged him into a canter. The horn of the saddle dug into my stomach and I scowled at it. After lapping the arena a couple times, I pulled Bingo back to a walk at one end of the ring and stroked his neck. "Let's do this Bing," I murmured to him.
Turning him for the first barrel, I rammed my heels into Bingo's sides. "Hah!" I cried, pumping my arms with Bingo's neck as he flew forwards, I grabbed the horn as we swung around the first barrel, and leaned slightly into the turn. Urging Bingo forwards to the next barrel, I made sure to slow him a little as he turned around it. Bingo's ears were pricked forward, and as we turned for the last barrel, his head flew up and he charged towards it. "Go, boy!" I called, urging him faster with my legs flapping. Bingo turned around the barrel, and just as we came around it, he knocked it. It rocked back and forth, but Bingo was already flying back for home, so I couldn't see if it fell. I held my reins nearly at Bingo's ears, my legs flying against his sides. Bingo surged forwards, galloping fast for the other side of the ring. I sat back sharply, pulling him back. Bingo hopped and skipped to a halt, his sides heaving. He puffed slightly from his run, but his eyes were sparkling. "Good boy," I said, patting his neck. I checked my watch, but it was still blinking 0.00 at me. "Urgh! I forgot to set the timer!" I groaned, slapping my forehead. I turned to see if we'd knocked the barrel over, and it was still rocking. It tipped to one side, and then hit the dust. "Ah well," I said to Bingo. "It was great for your first run in a while," I said, hugging his big fluffy neck.
