Yup, I did. Jeffrey. Bless his heart. I love him. He's a fun horse. He tries so hard. I have to step up my game to ride him.
We were riding in the outdoor arena - huge arena - working on ride the rail, when the cowboys showed up and asked if they could bring in the mechanical cow. "Of Course!" Sounded like fun. And it was fun!
Jeff was his typical RB self, but more extrovert than introvert this time. Head high, neck arched (like his arabian sister), and very, very in tune with the cow. I'm sure he felt he had to take things into his own hooves if we were to survive this.
The cowboys made their laps, roping the cow, letting it loose, and Jeff, Kimberly, Rosie and I would all trail slightly behind, playing like we were roping too. Jeff and Rosie were great, it was good stuff. Then, on our last lap around, at mid trot (yes, I'm trotting while chasing the cows - keeping up with the other horses lopes - jeff is a speed trotter!), I went one direction and Jeff went another - and off I went. Down onto my big soft padded fanny. A collected gasp from the audience - then laughs when I popped up, unharmed. whew! Lucky! And worth noting. It's my official 3rd fall from the big guy while he was in motion. (Yes, i've fallen off when he's standing still - not proud of that.)
Jeff, got to love him. I do.
