It's been a rough week at work and it looks like it's not going to get better any time soon. On the bright side, it's a great opportunity for me to gain more experience and help out my boss - never a bad thing as evaluation time rolls around.
Unfortunately it means not much time or energy for the horses. A total bummer as I have camp with Carol right around the corner. Oh well, it is what it is and I'll have fun regardless.
Thursday I wanted to play with Bleu and work on some saddle shimming. She was reluctant to approach and then Dilbert, with a horsefly firmly attached to his butt, began chasing her up and down the run. I think he wanted her to help him but charging at her like a bull in a china shop was not convincing my sweet Bleu that he was anything other than a raving lunatic.
So if you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with - I haltered Cricket and took her out to graze in the paddock. I did eventually catch Bleu and opted for a grazing session to "reward" her. But back to Cricket . . .
I pulled up a chair and proceed to cut cookies - using my very expensive shoe pullers to nip cookies into small niblets for clicker training. At the sound of the first cookie hitting the bottom of the bucket, a big dun mare lifted her head and made a beeline for me.
I had to laugh. The cookie pieces are smaller than a penny. And Cricket was standing on a lush carpet of relatively ungrazed, recently mowed grass. Throughout the evening she'd practically crawl in my lap and then wander off but make a wide sweep and land right back at my feet. I loved it. I don't care if it was the cookies, it's been so long since I've seen that look on her face and I'll take it however I can get.
I packed everything up and tried to send Cricket back out to the paddock while I prepped feed. Nothing doing. She tried to get into the tack room, to Ed's cookies. Then, while I was in the farthest stall retrieving feed buckets, she slipped into the barn to the picnic table where my cookies where. So I sent her to her room until dinner time!
She makes me laugh and I love that I am able to find joy in her antics and that she is finding pleasure in my company.