Post by sorrel on Jul 10, 2011 11:19:28 GMT -5
Carolyn walked into the stables early the next morning. She stifled a yawn and went up to Missy's stall. Carolyn clucked her tounge a little and Missy, who was asleep, perked her head up and over the stall to nuzzle Carolyn. With a giggled, Carolyn patted Missy's neck and went to bring her out of the stall. "Good girl." She murmured, bringing her onto the cross-ties.
Carolyn walked to the tack room and grabbed her pink grooming bag, fly spray, Missy's green bridle, and looked among her two saddles. Carolyn wasn't sure if she wanted to ride Missy or not, and that question would decide what saddle to use. Oh, what the heck Carolyn thought with a shrug. She picked up her light tan barrel saddle and Navajo saddle pad and walked back to Missy.
Carolyn set down the things and got to work on grooming Missy. She smiled as she brushed off Missy's silky coat and hummed the tune to "Hell On Heels" by Pistol Annies. After grooming Missy, Carolyn picked up the saddle pad and set it on Missy's back. Then she got the saddle. With one swift movement, Carolyn had put the saddle on Missy's back. She walked to the other side of Missy and reached under. Carolyn grabbed the cinch and tightened it.
Now for the bridle. Carolyn put the reins over Missy's head and took her off the cross-ties and put her halter and grooming things in the tack box. Then she held the bit to Missy's mouth and she easily took it. Fitting the bridle to Missy's head, Carolyn gave her a pat. Then she grabbed her lunge whip and led Missy to the lunging ring.
"Easy, easy. Shhh." Carolyn soothed Missy as she put the reins over the saddle horn and sent her off.
Missy started at a lazy jog so Carolyn snapped the whip behind her butt. "Git! Git!" She called to the mare. Missy was about to buck but Carolyn sent her flying around the pen again. "Git!" Carolyn called again, wanting her to lope. When she didn't Carolyn flicked the end of the whip on Missy's butt a couple of times and Missy broke into a steady lope.
Carolyn walked to the tack room and grabbed her pink grooming bag, fly spray, Missy's green bridle, and looked among her two saddles. Carolyn wasn't sure if she wanted to ride Missy or not, and that question would decide what saddle to use. Oh, what the heck Carolyn thought with a shrug. She picked up her light tan barrel saddle and Navajo saddle pad and walked back to Missy.
Carolyn set down the things and got to work on grooming Missy. She smiled as she brushed off Missy's silky coat and hummed the tune to "Hell On Heels" by Pistol Annies. After grooming Missy, Carolyn picked up the saddle pad and set it on Missy's back. Then she got the saddle. With one swift movement, Carolyn had put the saddle on Missy's back. She walked to the other side of Missy and reached under. Carolyn grabbed the cinch and tightened it.
Now for the bridle. Carolyn put the reins over Missy's head and took her off the cross-ties and put her halter and grooming things in the tack box. Then she held the bit to Missy's mouth and she easily took it. Fitting the bridle to Missy's head, Carolyn gave her a pat. Then she grabbed her lunge whip and led Missy to the lunging ring.
"Easy, easy. Shhh." Carolyn soothed Missy as she put the reins over the saddle horn and sent her off.
Missy started at a lazy jog so Carolyn snapped the whip behind her butt. "Git! Git!" She called to the mare. Missy was about to buck but Carolyn sent her flying around the pen again. "Git!" Carolyn called again, wanting her to lope. When she didn't Carolyn flicked the end of the whip on Missy's butt a couple of times and Missy broke into a steady lope.
