I ran into Barbara at the barn after work today and we decided to take a short trail ride... 5+ miles later and pitch black under the canopy of trees there we all were: Barbara, Luna, Tucker and I, at the mercy of one another... I'm not sure what it is that clicks into place for Tucker 5.0: Bombproof, but he was a saint this evening. He maneuvered around people sized rocks, stepped over flourescent orange fences, crossed roads under construction, and had his "go" button keyed up. A blast was had by all. I can tell my seat is growing stronger and hopefully this makes schlepping my butt around more comfortable for Tucker. I had the bat with me but didn't have to use it once. It was a night full of praise. He had one ear forward and another twitching back on occassion--listening as I talked to him.
As usual he met me at his paddock gate when I arrived, and stuck his head in the Disco for one last smooch when I left. He absolutely loves to have his head scratched and eyes rubbed. He zones out and leans into you when you hit all the good spots. What a great way to wind down after a long day under florescent lights.
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