Anyway, the barn manager was there, as well as another gal (and two other people showed up just before I left, so it was a relative traffic jam compared to when I'm there all alone, usually). We chatted a bit, then I got Trigger out. Oh yeah, he wasn't in the pasture. The morning person "wasn't sure" whether he was supposed to go out, even though there's a schedule on the tack room door. Whatever. So I got him out and took him to the arena first, so he could roll and get the wiggles out. On the way, we passed the barn owner taking the backhoe back to the poo pile after dumping a load in the dumping area. Trigger didn't LOVE the backhoe, but he actually did great. His neck got really tall, but he didn't even really blow or snort at it.
I took off his halter, and he cantered away from me, but ran out of steam as soon as he got to the other end of the arena--he was just checking whether the other horse was in the dry lot (it wasn't). He didn't even bat an eye at the jumps set up in the arena, but I wanted to see what he'd do about them. But first...he had to get a good roll in.
|Oh yeah, that's the spot...right...there...|
|For some reason, Trigger doesn't feel like just rolling is enough. It doesn't really get his face itched to his satisfaction. So he PLOWS his face through the dirt multiple times in between rolls.|
|This was actually the second pass through, and I guess he decided they needed a good sniff. But still...no spooking.|
|I tried to take video, too, but by the time I remembered, he was kind of over it.|