Post by {{helena}} on Oct 20, 2008 1:16:58 GMT -5
Dylan Himself & Helena Schwarzkopf
I giggle as Bob shakes his head and wiggles his ears in a dramatic attempt to get a bug out of his ear. I give him the reins so he has a full range of movement. Bless his heart: he keeps trotting around the track while he struggles to get this godforsaken bug out of his ear. Finally, after about five minutes of flipping his head around and losing his balance, Bob is bug-free and trotting along happily.
The reason we're doing trot work is because Bob is a tad out of shape, as am I, and he needs to regain his stamina. We've already done one lap around the track to the left, and now we're going to pick up the pace a bit. Yep, an extended trot around the mile-long dirt track with a racehorse. Bob seems up for it, his ears perked and his lower legs flipping out with his big stride.
We finish the second lap to the left and get started on our third one. He's still going strong and is very willing.; hardly sweating. I, on the otehr hand, am huffing and puffing. I definatly need to do more of these as well...
I rub Bob on the neck as I bring him to a walk and turn to face the other direction. We immediatly pick up a trot and continue our work. Neither of us are very present as we trot around. Bob is looking around at the horses in the pastures and the cows at the farm next door. I am thinking about all of my other racehorses and how they're not getting enough attention. I just don't know what to do.
I need more time, that's for sure. Well, at least Bob is getting somewhere. Just two weeks ago he was a grade three runner and now he's about to be grade one! He's definatly going to make it.
As we finish our second and third laps, Bob finally breaks into a sweat. On the other hand, I am virtually dying. I totally need more exercise. Poor Bob, having to put up with me. What a good boy he is.
We break to a walk and head for the trails to cool off...