The Honeymoon is OVER.

I hate riding on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The whole "work 9-5, change clothes, and find the energy to ride" thing has never worked well for me. I applaud the amateur riders (and other insane dual-career pros) who manage to do it night after night, but my initiative disappears right around sunset.

That said, there is a pony that must work, so off I went tonight. I was actually looking forward to the ride, I haven't ridden since Thursday since I was at my cousin's wedding in upstate NY this weekend. I even busted out the tall boots (and broke the pull on a zipper. La Mundial, you are so not on my happy list.) Breezy had been great for me then, and had done a lesson Saturday with a good report as well, so I was excited to get going again this week.

Got to the farm, caught up with Shelly, and then headed to the field. Breezy actually walked up to me, which is a first. And then it happened....

She RAN.

Thankfully it was more of a jog, so I didn't have to worry that she was going to get herself or her girlfriends hurt. I tried again, and then went for the grain.

That little witch stayed out of arm's reach for 15 minutes, even following me back to the gate when I gave up. I was allowed to touch her once I hung the halter up, but there was no prayer of me even getting the lead rope up to grab her.

From now on I go armed with peppermints from minute 1. Or ask that she be kept in a stall after dinner. Or both. 

Also annoying? When I texted her owner to tell her what a brat her horse is, Kirsten laughed at me. She's a brat too, obviously.