So I arranged to go over to a friends house yesterday after church, planning on drooling over their kittens, burning any and all Oilers propraganda that we could find (shoot! I knew we forgot to do something!) and messing around with the band instruments. Yes, we got most of that done. BUT....
My friends have a few horses, a Tennesse Walker named Sarah, a small pony named Rosie, and her yearling 'it', Rocky. I have ridden Rosie before, on numerous occasions, so Jody and I decide that she needs exercise, she's fatter than normal, lets go for a few rides.
Whoops.
Amy was taking her turn on the pony, and Jody wanted to practice getting her into the trailer, so Amy decided to stay on the horse, for the sheer joy of it. Rosie went in OK, but the jump in made Amy lose her balance and take a small tumble/jump of the horse. That should have warned me that riding was a bad idea that day, but...
Keep in mind, this is a short, fat pony that I have ridden several times before, all bareback riding, so I'm used (in its loosest term) to her. She is stubborn, but she has never been able to dump me before, this should be a cakewalk. Wrongo.
I was riding her at a trot next to the concrete driveway, away from the corral, but she wanted her friends, and she was tired of being riden, so she jumped of the bank onto the driveway, making me lose my balance, then crossed over and started trotting back home, with me on the side next to the electric fence. Not an ideal situation. Imagine: Me, hanging on to the horse's neck for dear life, trying to stay away from the fence, while Jody and Amy are yelling for me to jump off.
Ponys. Argh.
I finally land on my feet a few inches away from the fence, very cheesed off at the darn pony, but agree with the girls that I have to get back on. So what do we do? We lead the pony to the porch for me to get up from the step.
Again, whoops.
Just as I get my leg over her back, she backs away, and I land on my rear on the concrete, feeling incredibly sore! Darn pony...
I finally get back on the horse, than Amy gets a ride, but by now we are both so cheesed at Rosie that we just but her away, then go inside and change, cause Rosie wasn't sweating much, just enough for us to get a ton of mud and hair on our jeans. Argh.
This will be a decent summer-story tale at school, I know KJ and Dad were entertained by that story! Grr. I haven't had an injury of the month all summer (besides needing my own personal massager after yardwork on Saturday, but that doesn't count), but now I can say that I am a real horseperson twice over now.
Yippee.
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3 comments:
yeeaaaahhhh, words to the wise... Well, now I know for next time I consider riding the stinkin' horse!lol.
Wow, 2 blogs? Sheesh, I'm busy enough with one! Your'e very brave, I'll give you that!
Hey there sweet pea, it seems my last post didn't go through, so .......
I think you should be writing all your stories down (not necessarily blog them, just write them)! I can see this particular chapter now ... "Canadiangirl: The Teenage Horse Whisperer"
Sorry your bum hurts though. That's not fun. :(
*rolls eyes* Yeah, a book on my life... wouldn't that be sooooo interesting. (not!)
Good to know that my rear and shoulder have sufficiently recovered, they were sore for a while afterwards! Landing on a concrete driveway on one's rear and having to hang on to a runaway horse's neck for all of 15 seconds can do one's body serious harm!
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