I can't believe how much I got done today...
Garbage and recycling taken out? Check!
Dishes washed? Check!
Clean up dog poop? Check!
Clean up horse manure? Check!
Hooves trimmed? Check!
Thrush treatment applied? Check!
Dog nails trimmed? Check!
Horse ridden? Check!
The ride went well, save two spooks. When I told that neighbor who trespasses in the arroyo below my riding arena and round pen that he spooks my horses, he said he had never noticed any problem. Here's the thing: I can ride the horses in the arena in summer and fall, and they perform just as well down by the arroyo as they do up by the barn, because the man and his relatives are not around trespassing on my property multiple times a day. However, when those neighbors are occupying that house during the winter and spring, my horses get very tense when I ride them near the arroyo. They overreact to small stimuli and morph into nervous Nellies.
So, I tried to help Bombay by keeping him moving by the barn, and letting him rest by the arroyo. He'd go on alert and study the bushes each time we neared that location. At one point we were heading away from the arroyo, and he was keeping one ear cocked back when a raven flew behind him. He thought something was coming up out of the arroyo to attack him, so he tucked his tail between his legs and leaped forward in one big unexpected jolt. My whole back radiated pain for several minutes after that.
The other spook happened when we were moving away from the barn and Lostine kicked out at Gabbrielle. The noise of her hooves connecting with Gabbrielle was startling and Bombay jolted forward again. He's not very good about handling sudden movements and loud noises that come up from behind him. Needless to say, I've decided to not pursue jumping with Rock, because my spine is just too degraded to withstand that kind of impact without causing me pain.
Otherwise, Bombay was a good boy about keeping himself beautifully collected. He's a Western horse at heart despite all the experts who insisted that he would have to compete in English and Hunter classes because he's too energetic and upright. Now that he's older, he practically drags his nose in the sand even though I have him on a loose rein.
With all this rain, we have grass...
One bonus accomplishment from today was that a rabbit sneaked into my tack room and cleaned all the spilled pellets off the floor. It beats having to sweep. I think I'll leave the door open more often.
The only task I didn't get done was cleaning saddle pads. Does anyone have any good techniques for getting packed-on sweat and hair off wool?