This week I went to the ranch and ventured out onto a new
trail. The run was going well for a while until we got about a mile away from
the ranch. The horse I was running with knew we were close and was getting
really impatient. This particular horse also has a really week hind end due to
a lack of exercise. We reached a point in the trail were the dirt was really loose,
the hill was steep, and the trail was small. I started walking down it with Andrew
walking directly behind me, he stepped on my heel and then tripped. I stopped
so maybe he could catch his breath. Instead of catching his breath, he got
frustrated that we were stopping when we were so close to the ranch. He started
popping up right next to me to protest and then just took off. Being on a hill
with loose dirt and tired from the hike, I neither had the energy or the
leverage to even attempt to bend him back to me. So I let go. I stood on the
hill as I watched him gallop over the rolling hills, I could see took the long
way back to the ranch. At first I was mad because I had failed, but after
realizing that there wasn’t much I could have done I laughed at the event. When
I had made my way back to ranch, I saw Andrew standing quietly by the gate
waiting for me to lead him to his stall.
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