tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post8974865509084838600..comments2008-07-17T08:51:23.769-07:00Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369244473889348601noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-38371275775990868042008-07-17T08:51:00.000-07:002008-07-17T08:51:00.000-07:00I meant to say "frightened cat" but my mind goes a lot faster than my typing...which is unfortunate. The least I should do is reread before I post...Misty's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17207610708314021873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-15886219741709138172008-07-17T08:50:00.000-07:002008-07-17T08:50:00.000-07:00Thanks for your help; I really do appreciate it. I like to be informed before I go ballistic...funny how that helps you not look like a raving lunatic :D. I have definitely had some of the "she got spin" moments. Not the time you want to be caught with bad balance (I have never fallen off b/c of that happening, but I can think of a few times that I was clinging to her barrel like frightened or hanging from her neck). I just recently figured out how to search bloggers in this community, so I look forward to reading your posts.Misty's Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17207610708314021873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-7698111331500375152008-07-16T07:48:00.000-07:002008-07-16T07:48:00.000-07:00I liked your comment about her standing so close to you. Carl does that too. "Hold me, I'm scared!" Goofy mustangs.<BR/><BR/>Way to stick to that saddle. I'm glad you both survived your first wild animal encounter.Kateehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03539642068473264986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-45530728748745382742008-07-15T22:37:00.000-07:002008-07-15T22:37:00.000-07:00Tracey, I was glad to read that you got off to deal with some issues instead of facing them on horseback. I always feel like a chicken doing that. But I have, and I think it's the smartest idea sometimes. I still made him cross the bridge in the lead, ahead of my sister's mare. He was just timid for some reason and needed my reassurance and was fine. <BR/>P.S. Aren't tree farms great places to ride? Ours appears to go on forever, we have acres of trails we have yet explored!Pony Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02464088874054923635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-57785494958270375762008-07-15T21:33:00.000-07:002008-07-15T21:33:00.000-07:00LOL, Lea, I do recall your recounting that particular tale...or tail? :)<BR/><BR/>Thanks, Callie. I'm getting better at sitting in the center of my saddle and not waving about like a flag pole, thankfully!<BR/><BR/>We rode again tonight. A week ago it would take us nearly 90 minutes, tonight it was 50 minutes. She's picking up speed!Traceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06369244473889348601noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-8636970992729086982008-07-15T20:54:00.000-07:002008-07-15T20:54:00.000-07:00That is why you keep your heels down. Good job staying on. That is scarey I know. Particularly when there is tumbleweed in the tail and it keeps coming. LOL<BR/>LeaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1858836779457163540.post-47836800033706218022008-07-15T18:05:00.000-07:002008-07-15T18:05:00.000-07:00Cool ride! I'd been dumped to the ground, I'm sure! Kudos for stayin' on!!!Calliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05704537697611988375noreply@blogger.com