Harley celebrated his 9th birthday yesterday by tossing John--a little birthday buck! Poor John, hobbling on a sore knee, hiked back up to the barn to find Harley standing in the paddock, reins dragging in the mud, looking innocently at him as if to say, "What? It was scary down in the woods and then suddenly you were down in the dirt below me."
John got back on and took him for a nice long ride back through the woods on the lollipop loop trail. Harley worked his kinks out and broke a little sweat, allowing John to ride him home on the buckle. Now that's more like it, my bad boy!
As I was driving to work yesterday, I'd been thinking about what was the best way to have a long lead line safely attached to me should the same thing happen (which it has) so Harley doesn't get away from me and head for home. I must have jinxed John. But it might be a good idea for me to have a backup plan for when 'ole Harley is feelin' snarley and might pull that stunt again.
When I visited Harley after work, he was coated in mud on one side. How he loves to roll after a ride. He got a good currying, hair and mud flying off. I offered him a birthday treat of maple sugar which my Maryland-bred son declined to eat. It's carrots all the way for him--none of New England's finest spring treat!