Post by mattie on Feb 2, 2012 21:59:55 GMT -5
Flynt nickered as I stepped up to his stall. I smiled and rubbed his nose before retrieving his halter and pulling him out, cross tying him. I brushed his coat clean, although it hadn't been dirty before. He nuzzled me for treats and I smiled, pulling one out of my jacket pocket. I walked to the tack room, trusting him to behave, and collected my tack, first smoothing the baby blue dressage pad on his back before gently setting my dressage saddle on his back. I slipped the snaffle in his mouth, taking the leather around his ears and clipping the throat latch under his throat. I grabbed my helmet and buckled it, leading him to the arena and mounting. i let him walk before asking for a trot. Doing serpentines and circles, I noticed a riding coming towards the arena.