It wasn't the best day weather wise. The wind was whipping and there was lightening and thunder in the distance. However, Matt had made the goal to ride Mojito AKA Steve and Mojito didn't seem bothered by the weather. It started out like the last few days. Matt saddled him (had to buy a new smaller cinch,) ran him in the corral, mounted him. I thought, that horse is so mellow this will be a nice easy ride for both of them WRONG. Mojito made his displeasure known. Really, put yourself in the horses place. Here you are walking along and someone you may just be starting to trust puts this big awkward backpack on you. Well, you guess you'll tolerate it and then, what the heck, he puts a big ole bulldog in the backpack and to top it off the big ole bulldog is trying to get you do something and you don't speak bulldog. The bulldog is heavy and maybe the bulldog wants to eat you (remember the horse is a prey animal and to have something on his back could mean he is going to die---as in the case of a mountain lion.) Well, I can't think anymore about the backpack/bulldog analogy -----but just consider and I do mean consider the horses feelings. I'm not a cowboy. I think at times I understand cowboy but mainly I understand Indian. This horse is your brother who walks on four legs. Better treat him with respect--try to be understanding.
After Matt came off, like a true cowboy he got back on and this time Mojito didn't even offer to buck. He just seemed confused. He'd turn left and right over and over--that's what they had been doing as ground work so it was familiar to him. Finally, Matt asked his Uncle Jed to get in the corral and walk in front of Mojito. It's like he had an invisible lead rope. Mojito seemed to say," Well, all I needed to know is what you expected of me." I'd say considering everything that happened it was a successful day. Matt is taking ibuprofen and the swelling is going down.....at least it will be a memorable day
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