I had no time to ride (sad face) but my boy was definitely in need of some time out of his stall and paddock. So I figured while I did my chores I would toss him in the arena to get some kicks out. Normally, Milo hardly does anything when I put him in an arena for turnout. Especially if I watch him. Which I was. And he did nothing special. So I turned around and walked down the hill to the barn. I started milling around and getting the stall cleaned. I worked out in the paddock and occasionally looked up the drive towards the arena. Each time I saw my horse tearing around the arena, bucking, snorting, and carrying on. Funny how it brought a goofy grin to my face. I wondered if he just thought he would wait until Mom was gone before he could carry on, or that I had rudely left him in the arena all alone while he heard me prepare his dinner.
Either way, when I was done I headed back up to the arena to fetch him. He did a small show as I neared the arena...
He did the "What? Who Me? I'm not doing anything."
Just sniffing the dirt here...
Scratching an itch there...
Silly boy.
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I can relate to the silly smile.
When my ponies get out there acting all goofy, all forward progress for me stops. I could watch them all day.
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