It was a nice, cool morning and thunderheads were gathering above. There was a breeze at the ranch. I let Gigondas out into her "private" corral where she can run. She was standing at her gate, ready to go. She knows the drill now. Honestly, I could tie a thread to her and she would go on her own! She knows she gets to romp in there, but still be next to the 30 year old gelding whose corral is next to her own. She has plenty of room there to run around and to roll. Plus, it has shade from a couple of pine trees.
I took Scout out first to the large arena, knowing full well I'd probably need ALL of my energy to handle her. I like to turn her and make her follow me to close the huge gate there and she did, but the minute I'm done, she usually tries to bolt. I anticipated this and when she gave a little tug to turn and run, I was ready. Nope. She didn't get away with it. She tried again. NOPE. She didn't get away. She finally just stood until I decided she was ready and I made her wait. Waiting is a good thing, don't you agree? She didn't even take off running...she just calmly walked away and started chewing on weeds.
Quad was next. He was a good boy and he took off running and farting. I guess he had a lot of gas in him! He rolled and rolled and rolled and then ate weeds.
Sunni was last. He took off running and farting, too, then settled down. They ALL got some R&R and I gave Quad a bath. He likes to lie down in his area where he pees (OF COURSE!) and I wanted to get it off him.
Here are some pics: By the time I got home, there were a lot more thunderheads (about 1:30) and by 3:30, I could hear thunder and we even got some sprinkles.
Quad: There's NOTHING like a good roll!
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