Pony party, part 2

Riding Tests, my turn
We were able to avoid hell pony the entire ride. I think the parent leading that pony was careful to keep him away from us.














The tests were really fun, and the little kids did not have to worry about me beating them at anything (except maybe the horse drawing contest).









I was proud of my laundry hanging skills, from horseback, as I hung up the laundry exactly as I would have at home. Ingo asked my man if I had practiced, and my man replied, "Oh, she hasn't gotten the horse into the attic yet!"










The next test was eating a plate of jello with a tiny plastic spoon as the horse was led around.















I ate up that jello so fast and told them it was so yummy my entry fee was worth that jello! (Is putting the plate right up to your face cheating?) MMMM Jello!











In this photo I am showing Ingo my poor pinky finger, that I cut badly that morning while doing dishes. I said, "I am handicapped, I am doing this horseshoe toss with only 9 fingers!"










Shooting a gun on a horse

Yah, this is a problem. It was a problem for all the horses, it turns out. I took the super soaker squirt gun and tried to shoot that bottle down....










and Baasha heard that WHOOSH from the gun, and departed stage left!











I tried again. No luck, Baasha does not like baths, and he does not like high powered squirt guns fired from his back, near his ears.












I relented and gave up. Here I am handing over the gun. Oh well!











I have always wanted to compete in the Trail class at horse shows. The test of compliance to trail obstacles. But sadly, it is only open to western riding. I don't ride western; it hurts my knees.

This was our test! But, my wonderful steed had such opinions about it!

After each obstacle, he would toss his head in a large half circle, as if to say, "Enough of that!" or ..something. He hardly ever tosses his head in this circle with me. Something about this test today put him at his very baddest, and he wanted to tell everyone! He would even jig a step away, head tossing, after each test. My heels were not on him!

What a brat, if anyone noticed. I believe the photographer noticed, with her super camera.

The next test--we had to draw a horse on a notebook as our horse was being led around the cones.










Drawing a horse on the back of a horse is OK, I can do that. But I had to place the folded, drawn picture, into a mailbox that was placed on a big blue plastic tarp. I had never ridden Baasha on a tarp before, but he saw it, said, "Pfft, Tarp, show me something scary." and that was no issue. My issue would be the teeter totter.

I said, "Oh, no thank you, I have never ridden across a teeter totter bridge before, and I don't intend to start now. In fact, if you would like to hear about a spectacular bridge accident...."

Then my man surprised me. He took the reins out of my hands and said, "I will take Baasha over the teeter totter bridge." I said, "Let me get my camera!"

And so he did it. My man convinced Baasha, after a few refusals, with just the press of his hand on Baasha's side, to get up on that thing and walk across it.

No way, here was my horse, a circus horse, walking across a bridge that on the halfway point, went PLUNK, an suddenly flipped down, where he calmly followed. OK....what next?

Gee, can you tell which photos came from my camera, and which came from the professional's? hehehehe









Next: The guys' turn