She was pretty terrified too. I turned her out into the arena, and she ran around and yelled out for friends. The other girls came over and looked at her, but didn't say much back. She quickly covered herself in sweat. And I got more worried.
But it turned out to be just fine. I was so excited, I wanted to hop on her right away. Blake tossed me up on her bareback, and led me around for a few laps to satisfy my need. She was sweaty and uncomfortable to sit on, but she didn't make one wrong move. And then I felt relieved.
|Light as a feather. Stiff as a board.|
Blake was weary of me riding her so fast, and thought we should do more groundwork before I got on her. I was very impatient, but he insisted. I let him work with her for about two weeks, and then did things my way.
|Bacon goes western!|
|Bacon goes english!|
|Bacon tries side passing with cowboy Blake.|
|Bacon is beautiful!|
The day that Vegas had injured herself when Blake's saddle flipped underneath her was a day that never quit. After I fixed Vegas up and hid Blake's saddle in my truck (yikes!) and put Lucy away, I went to go and grab Bacon from the pasture. When I went to get her, she didn't move. I put the halter on and asked her to walk forward, and to my horror, she hobbled on three legs towards me.
|Me and my flat hands have some work to do.|
|Back dat ass up.|
|Had to use the fence to get on...|
|Yay knees over tiny cross rail!|
|So fancy in her purple.|
|No butts about it.|
|We have to catch up to Diva and Papa!|