Rock is so ready to gallop, buck, rear, play. I ache, keeping him at a walk, but I know full well that overdoing it when your sprain is only mostly better just sets you back longer. Lately he has been full of himself, using any excuse to spook and attempt to leap about, disrespectful like any teenage boy cooped up in detention when he needs to be playing football.
But then again, sometimes he just wants to bathe in the sun and enjoy half an hour of savasana (aka corpse pose).
Horsegirl on a Journey 