Riding

I went to riding with Mom and Stella and a bunch of flødeboller. We went out after a week of thinking over what happened and how it would happen this time. This time, there would be no falling off and only doing what I felt was comfortable. When we got out to the stables, we were the only one from my riding group that was there. I went over to Fussie and got her all brushed up until she shined. Mom and a couple other moms helped with the saddle and the bridal. Once Fussie was ready, a few others from my group came. They were almost done with getting ready too.

We started riding in the stable. We did dressage in trot and a couple exercises. When we got to gallop, I followed along doing my best. Jumping came and I got a bit nervous. I didn't feel like doing jumps in gallop and Bente understood and thought that it was normal that I was afraid. I did a few jumps in trot and then, after being convinced, did two in gallop. It felt good to do it and I hope that soon I won't be afraid of jumping.

Next time, I am planning to try a new horse, though it will be weird after riding Fussie for so long. I will miss her and have a hard time seeing someone else ride her or her standing in the stall. I will really miss Fussie, but she will always be in my heart. 

I got to hand out the flødeboller and say a good farewell to Fussie.