I am back from my whirlwind week of wedding madness. Don’t judge, but I am not excited to plan a wedding. I am not one of those girls that have always dreamed about their wedding day. Truthfully, I want to elope. So yeah, having to visit wedding venue after wedding venue was excruciating. Especially because my mom was so excited and I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I’m afraid I probably did a few times. I’m not perfect. I’m human. I do feel bad about it though.
The good news is that I’m pretty sure we found a place. Just have to look over the contract tonight and make the deposit before it’s final. At least that part is just about out of the way!
The first day, Gus was stumbling all over the place and trying to run out from the poles. I just had to keep tunneling him through. But it’s frustrating. Come on horse, these are like four inches tall! Just pick up your dang feet!
But this morning, everything kind of came together. It didn’t start together. It started bad where Gus was really rushing to the poles. Nope, not allowed. So then we had to work on keeping a steady rhythm. That, predictably, led to him falling behind the leg. One pass through, he must have just been dragging his feet because he got a big wooden trot pole stuck between his back legs and freaked.
Oh Gus! He now has a lovely wound on his back leg. Just when we were getting rid of all of his self inflicted wounds, of course!
We went through all of the trot poles that were set up and each one went perfectly, I could really feel him using his hind end and he kept a nice steady pace. I decided to give him a huge pat and then be done for the day. But I was feeling a lot better today about the whole thing.