Peevish Pen

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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Friday, May 02, 2008

Melody Rides Again!

Actually, Melody is ridden again. But not by me.

Melody, my 18-year-old Tennessee Walker, hadn’t been ridden for a few years. She’s so big and I’m in such lousy shape that I have trouble mounting up. Plus she’s still pretty frisky.

So, she hadn’t been ridden for a couple of years. Until today.

I was watching the noon news when I looked out the sliding glass door to see a horse standing in the lower driveway. It was Doc, my cousin Mary’s quarterhorse. Mary was holding Doc’s leadshank. He had a stiff leg and she couldn’t ride, so she’d walked him down the road.

We took Doc out to see Melody and Cupcake. Melody showed off for him and was quite a handful–squealing, pawing, etc.

I mentioned to Mary that I was thinking about getting a trainer to ride Melody a few times to see how she’d do. Mary said, “I’ll ride her.”

While Mary walked Doc back to his pasture, I tacked up Melody. It took me a few minutes to find a girth to fit her—Cupcake’s was way too short. Would she let me saddle her?

She did. No problem. Then I had to find her bridle. Luckily it was in a plastic box, so it was clean and not rat-chewed.

Before I bridled Mel, Mary was back. We didn’t have any problem bridling. Then we walked her to the front pasture, so she’d be away from Cupcake and the dogs.

She was a little reluctant walking there. (“But it’s naptime!” Melody might have said.) I carried a lounge line, just in case. The wind was blowing the pines hard. But Melody stood still while Mary, younger and more agile than I am, mounted from the ground with no problem.

And then they walked off. Melody chewed her bit—I think it’s a little too loose—but went fine.

She looked great. I’d forgotten how pretty Melody can move.

Now Mary has a standing invitation to ride Melody. She gets a usable horse to ride on her days off, my mare gets worked, and I’ll have to try to get in shape to ride her myself one of these days.

I did mention that Mary is younger, thinner, braver, and more agile than I am, didn’t I?

And Melody was such a good girl! She wasn't naughty at all.

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Blogger Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

That's great Becky!

So when are we going to go on a nice trail ride?

11:26 PM  

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