And Watching the Naughty One Run Around
I took advantage of the cloud cover this afternoon to do a little lungeing. Nothing to vigorous as it was still pretty humid/warm and my knees were in braces. Tucker was quite ready to be caught and equally ready to do some work. I set up a little jump for the end of the session and once, when the line slipped out of my hand, he jumped it on his own, then stopped to look at me as if to say, "Where the heck are you?" He was moving really well and it wasn't much trouble to get forward.
Then, I went to get Chance. Naughty boy. Unfortunately, he has chosen Toby as his new role model and has learned to run away from me. It's not really nasty, but I do think he seems to think it's part of the game and I enjoy it. He galloped to a fro, stirring up the other two Boys for a good frolic, while I just stood there, waiting.
At one point, he took off into the pasture with Toby hot on his heels. Tucker started to go, then stopped and stood near me, looking off where the other two had gone as if to say, "What's that nonsense all about...huh, Jean?" When the two came galloping back full tilt, he bounced around for a while with them, then came back over to me for a chin scratch.
Finally Chance decided to stop fooling around and stood quietly while I put the halter and lunge line on him. I kept his session really short because he'd already had his own warm up. He finished up jumping the little jump nicely, but he was upstaged by Tucker who'd managed to wander into the arena. When I told him he had to get out, he trotted half way around, jumped the little jump beautifully and exited, stage right. It was just too cute. He seemed to proud of himself.
After everyone had cooled down, I gave them each a dose of Ivermectin paste wormer, and then fed dinner.
I was thinking of a swim again, but decided one more day of taking it easy on my knees would be better, so I took a shower instead. It's not quite the same, but at least I got wet.