
West Farthing and I are now entering BFF status. I called his name when I went to the barn last night and he stuck his head over the door with his ears perked and gave me a deep nicker. I think he has figured out that I am for sure going to come scritch his ears and feed him goodies at least once each day. Sometimes more if time allows. Because why? Because I'm a barn bitch, that's why.
Riding him continues to be a fun experience. It was only the 4th time I've sat on him, and the 3rd since he's been here. He is a very polite, kind horse and it's obvious he's waiting for me to ask him the way he knows to be asked. Being that I am Robby: Amateur Man, I am not sure I'll ever be able to do that, but I think he's beginning to adapt and knows that all I want him to do is put his head down and work long and low on a soft contact.
I went on a little shopping spree yesterday morning and bought him some new stuff, including a loose-ring Happy Mouth french-link bit. Hopefully that will make him a happy boy.
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