We thought it would be fun for Fiz to go out on a nice relaxing trail ride. We went out through a corn field on some cleared paths and he behaved very well. The scariest thing in the world to him is apparently a giant mound of gravel, with which Fiz was very unimpressed with. Barking/running dogs, rabbits, trees, tall grass: all fine! Mound of stationary gravel: It’s going to eat him alive. Cindy got to do the honors and ride him on his first trail ride-in an english saddle! Don’t laugh, it’s the only thing we had with stirrups short enough to fit her short legs! Don’t they look cute??
JUNE 6, 2013. Primarily Saddleseat girls, we don’t pretend to know much about anything having to do with western. However, we were able to get a western saddle rigged up on Fiz and we each got to take him for a spin! He seemed receptive to everything, and didn’t mind the squeaky western saddle all too much. Doesn’t he look good in teal?