irony

I don't want to like the deputy. He's not sound, he's a 4 year old stallion, he's mouthy, he's an off the track Thoroughbred, and I can't even canter him for fear he'll fall down. But I do like him. He fits me perfectly size-wise. He's tall but not too skinny, and not too wide. He moves off the leg easily but doesn't run. He doesn't mind contact but he doesn't hang. As time goes by he seems to get more and more relaxed, and he really seems to enjoy being ridden. Figures that such an unsuitable horse would fit me so well.
I rode him last night again and he was very good. In spite of the cold he was quiet and relaxed. His circles and transitions have improved a lot. He likes to pop his shoulder to the right but he was better last night. It was really fun to ride him.
In other news, poor Nadia got bucked off Wally. I was tacking up Deputy and heard her yell, and as I stepped out into the aisle I saw Wally's butt up in the air and no Nadia. I asked if she was ok, and she was, although she's probably sore today. She climbed right back on and put him back to work, and to watch him you would never have guessed he'd been naughty. Gotta love those 3 year olds. ;)