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I had to let this entry percolate for a while, so I could sift through my feelings of the past couple of days.

Wolfie and I had our horseback riding lesson Thursday night. It went really well; I rode Junior, whose quirky personality I'm just starting to appreciate, and Wolfie rode Rosie. His usual ride, Callie, is/was on a one week trial with a prospective buyer. I don't know how I'd feel if Callie got sold. She's still young, and needs more training. She's a good girl, but still tentative. Rosie is much more responsive. Wolfie doesn't have to persuade her every time he asks her to do something.

Junior, on the other hand, needs to be persuaded to get his face out of the mare's butts. He's very deferential and submissive; I don't imagine he's terribly high up on the pecking order in the gelding herd. I have this picture of him as the easy-going guy, never too forward, never too loud, with a clownish sense of humor. I saw that come out when he got loose at the equestrian event last October... he was just playing with us, not letting us catch him. Thursday night, though, I saw it when I went to canter him. You'd have thought he was cantering in at the end of a 200-mile endurance ride, he made such a production out of it. Wolfie and I think that if Nathan Lane were a horse, he'd be Junior.

On the plus side, I rode his canter really well. For the first time in a long while, I felt like a rider, not just a passenger. I rode in both directions, and the left lead seemed smoother than the right (the right lead is the one he made seem like such a hardship), but I'd put so much into riding the right lead that I don't think I did as well on the left. I was just tired. It was totally exhilarating, though. I was grinning for the rest of the night.

What really got me giddy, though, was watching Wolfie canter. He did so well. Near as I could tell with him wearing that big duster of his, his butt was down in the saddle, and his hands were low and close, like they should be.... he looked awesome. I was incredibly proud. He never ceases to impress me.

I can't wait for next week.

i feel: giddy giddy

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