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Ow
Feb 3, 2011 9:24:43 GMT -8
Post by flyingoverajump on Feb 3, 2011 9:24:43 GMT -8
Celia I led Misty into the round pen in my black english saddle and bridle. The last time I had tried to ride her it had been a disaster. " Are you going to throw me this time girl?" I laughed nervously then stuck my left foot in the stirrup swinging up into the saddle. Misty stood there, the same reaction she had had last time. Then she started to buck crazily. I sailed through the air and landed on the ground. " Ow." I said standing up again. We repeated this three times. I was getting tired but so was Misty. On the fourth try she stood still only fidgiting nervously. " Good girl." I praised rubbing her neck. I started walking her around the pen.
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