In which Rocky learns a good new skill, and I'm not very delicate
|Rocky practices evading ferns. Ferns are skeery.|
|Looking like a real grown-up endurance pony!|
|"Mama? I tells you something?"|
|"Is something I gotta do, but maybe my clothes are inna way?"|
|Pink flower: not a problem.|
|Lilacs. Not problematic.|
|Washington State flower: the only problem with it|
is trying to remember how to spell "rhododendron."
|Chives and sage flowers|
However, writing about bodily functions is something I don't normally do...but in this case, it was such a major training breakthrough that I really must share.
|Lavender. This is the last photo of flowers. After this picture|
is a picture of Rocky and his function.
Even so, he circled and worried, and did a very good impression of a toddler doing the pee-pee dance. Patty loosened his girth and held onto his nose so he had to stand still. And, finally:
(last warning, this picture isn't a flower)
|gallons and gallons and gallons|
And peed, and peed, and peed, and peed.
I've seen less volume from fire hydrants.
|Good boy, Rocky!|
Good color, and he splashed all four feet simultaneously.
And then, we mounted up, and headed back to the trailer with a tremendous sense of accomplishment.
Endurance riders <<---pathetically easy to entertain.