Attack of the Barrel Monster

Ok, it’s pretty bad when your great and mighty plans barely make it out of the starting gate!! I rode Friday and Saturday and didn’t get a chance either day to type what happened or my plans for the next day. So here I go now. Friday wasn’t that bad, it was a little bit windy, which by the by Himself HATES!! So I took him out figured I would go for about a half hour of his attention then call it a day. He was good to start then he decided that barrels I was using for figure 8’s were going to eat him. He’d already gone around them a few times. Ok, that wasn’t so bad; I convinced him he was not going to be eaten. So then he decides that the black barrel was going to eat him, oh joy. So I hopped down and re-introduced him to the stupid barrel. After that things went just fine.

So, Saturday it was calm, that is until I went to get him from the field, and then the wind kicks up. So I decide that I’m going to try for a few minutes of attention. We’re doing our thing for about five minutes when he decides he doesn’t like the black barrel again, fine whatever, I took him to the other side of the arena. Everything was going good, except the wind, I decided to try introducing him to the barrel again. Not a good idea. Since it had rained the night before the whole top of the barrel was full of water. We were barely five feet away from the barrel, the wind suddenly kicks up, blows over the barrel, sprays the fearless wonder with water, and we end up twenty feet on the other side of the arena. At this point I decided to cut my losses, just tell him he was a good boy and send him back to the relative safety of his pasture!