The horses at my trainer's ranch (The Silver Rose Ranch) are mostly show horses, which means they mostly hang out in box stalls. Comfortable, roomy, but stalls nonetheless. So when torrential rains hit, we cannot get them out without worrying. The ground is slippery and some of them come out of their box stall with too much energy to walk quietly. During the last downpour, I went to the ranch, hoping to get Frostie out and at least hand-walk her around to let her stretch her legs. By the time I got from my car to the barn (a short walk!), the skies had opened up again and were dumping water on us.
"But she's been in her stall for two days now," I told Tina. "She's going to be spinning in there soon."
"She'll just have to spin," Tina said. "They all will, until we can get them out safely."
Two days later, the rain had gone and the roundpen was just dry enough to let them run amok. This is what Frostie did:
It was the best shot I could get - the others were too blurred. I like to refer to this as her "Arab mode" - tail up, neck arched, careening around the pen as she snorts.
Snoopy, fortunately, is in a large pipe stall and, although the rain might beat in at the edges, he stays relatively dry and gets more room to roam, as well as a bird's-eye view of his world. Two days later, this is what he did:
Like I've said before, under saddle, he's a dream horse. While I was getting him ready for Tina, he still wanted to eat me.
