spookypony
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It seems to be a bit of an odd week!
Last night, went into tack shop before lesson, to welcome a pair of jodhs that I'd been waiting for for over a year. I gave them a hug, I was so pleased they finally arrived!
Saw current issue of Scottish and Northern Equestrian: the Spooky Pony's former fieldmate the "Noodle-Headed Arab", whom he still happily shares a haynet with at RC dressage on occasion, was staring most impressively right off the cover. 
Oh reflected glory!! And on looking inside, there was a piccy of a sweet piebald pony doing endurance...well, if you were to have panned a few metres to the right of that pony, there would have been the Spooky Pony doing his endurance ride, because they were both part of "Team Pony Power" at that ride...MORE reflected glory!
Then I managed to talk myself into a huge tizzy during the lesson, which my RI managed to bully me through, more or less...so was apprehensive about this morning, if I would have another tizzy.
On to this morning, since this post is supposed to be about Saturday. And yesterday was not Saturday. Showed up at RS ca. 8:30. Got into lesson (on school horse, as Spooky Pony indisposed), and got right b****cking for being far too slow to get decent work out of horse. "Your left leg looks like a dog p***ing against a tree! That's because it's not doing anything!" (We were doing shoulder-in on left rein... ). My position did get praised afterwards, though, so not all is lost... And no tizzy was had! 
Mooched around at the RS for another while, eating my breakfast, and avoiding going to the yard to do poo-picking.
Got to the yard, did poo-picking of pony jail. Discovered that the large pink wheelbarrow can hold 50 poos, but that putting that many poos in it means that it's exceedingly difficult to push it back up the path to the muck heap. Can guarantee that I won't have learned anything from this.
The Spooky Pony, after initially attacking his fresh haynet, was very sweet and came to socialise...
1 PM...drum-roll...the long-awaited opening of the new sand-school!!! After a brief ribbon cutting, we got to use it for the first time, being limited to 3 people at a time and 20 mins each. After everyone had had a go, and the Spooky Pony having been returned to pony jail (with a struggle), we celebrated with a BBQ and lots of wine. Spookypony consumed: 1 burger, 3 sausages, 2 pieces bacon, 2 cupcakes, 1 kitkat, countless tortilla chips. In her defense, the burger/sausages were very small ones.
Then there was a raffle to finish things off: counter to my usual raffle luck, I won not one, but two things: some bath products (I negotiated an exchange for a keychain I wanted that the person beside me had won) and a huuuuuuuuge sack of carrots.
Carrot Lady indeed! I extracted the largest carrot I could see (truly enormous; I think this is what mystery writers must be thinking of when they introduce an unidentified "blunt instrument" into a murder), and took it down to pony jail.
The Spooky Pony took it into his mouth horizontally like a dog a large bone, placed it on the ground, and ate it with great consideration and effort, beginning at the fat end.
Finally made it home at 6pm-ish... Double Macallan fine oak 10-yo if you made it this far!
Last night, went into tack shop before lesson, to welcome a pair of jodhs that I'd been waiting for for over a year. I gave them a hug, I was so pleased they finally arrived!
Saw current issue of Scottish and Northern Equestrian: the Spooky Pony's former fieldmate the "Noodle-Headed Arab", whom he still happily shares a haynet with at RC dressage on occasion, was staring most impressively right off the cover. Oh reflected glory!! And on looking inside, there was a piccy of a sweet piebald pony doing endurance...well, if you were to have panned a few metres to the right of that pony, there would have been the Spooky Pony doing his endurance ride, because they were both part of "Team Pony Power" at that ride...MORE reflected glory!Then I managed to talk myself into a huge tizzy during the lesson, which my RI managed to bully me through, more or less...so was apprehensive about this morning, if I would have another tizzy.
On to this morning, since this post is supposed to be about Saturday. And yesterday was not Saturday. Showed up at RS ca. 8:30. Got into lesson (on school horse, as Spooky Pony indisposed), and got right b****cking for being far too slow to get decent work out of horse. "Your left leg looks like a dog p***ing against a tree! That's because it's not doing anything!" (We were doing shoulder-in on left rein...
). My position did get praised afterwards, though, so not all is lost... And no tizzy was had! Mooched around at the RS for another while, eating my breakfast, and avoiding going to the yard to do poo-picking.
Got to the yard, did poo-picking of pony jail. Discovered that the large pink wheelbarrow can hold 50 poos, but that putting that many poos in it means that it's exceedingly difficult to push it back up the path to the muck heap. Can guarantee that I won't have learned anything from this.
The Spooky Pony, after initially attacking his fresh haynet, was very sweet and came to socialise...
1 PM...drum-roll...the long-awaited opening of the new sand-school!!! After a brief ribbon cutting, we got to use it for the first time, being limited to 3 people at a time and 20 mins each. After everyone had had a go, and the Spooky Pony having been returned to pony jail (with a struggle), we celebrated with a BBQ and lots of wine. Spookypony consumed: 1 burger, 3 sausages, 2 pieces bacon, 2 cupcakes, 1 kitkat, countless tortilla chips. In her defense, the burger/sausages were very small ones.
Then there was a raffle to finish things off: counter to my usual raffle luck, I won not one, but two things: some bath products (I negotiated an exchange for a keychain I wanted that the person beside me had won) and a huuuuuuuuge sack of carrots.
Carrot Lady indeed! I extracted the largest carrot I could see (truly enormous; I think this is what mystery writers must be thinking of when they introduce an unidentified "blunt instrument" into a murder), and took it down to pony jail.
The Spooky Pony took it into his mouth horizontally like a dog a large bone, placed it on the ground, and ate it with great consideration and effort, beginning at the fat end. Finally made it home at 6pm-ish...
Double Macallan fine oak 10-yo if you made it this far!
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