Invaders in our Sand Dunes, Neighbors Getting Burgled, and Majesty's Eyesight

45 minutes - 2.28 miles - Morgan, Bill & Majesty

Morgan asked for head scratches ... she swears the bitless is itchy because Rhulain has cooties.  I told her I have the brown one if she wanted to switch, but it might have Sundance cooties and we'd have to walk back to the tack shed.  She decided I should just scratch her forehead some more.

Majesty and Bill had to wait until Morgie got her full head scratching session completed before they could head out the gate.  Sorry guys!

We noticed a white spot in Majesty's right eye as Bill was grooming him.  I think he might have moon blindness, as the eye was watery last week.  We'll do some research and schedule a vet appointment for the old guy.  In the meantime, I kept Morgie in his field of vision so he wouldn't have to crane his neck to find us.

Majesty's hearing hasn't been affected ... say the word "treat" and look how his ears prick right up!

Noticed the back window of our neighbor's house has been pried open.  That house has stood vacant for the 4.5 years we've lived there and no one has bothered it until now.  Our other neighbor had his quad stolen from his property last Wednesday.  *sigh*  Glad we have fences and the dogs running the property.

While we were out, three cars passed us and headed down a wash ... no reason for cars to be there unless they're shooting or dumping (both of which are illegal).  They drove down the wash where the calf/goat carcass is and then got out of the cars with their dog.  As we approached, Majesty caught a whiff of the carcass and started acting out; Morgan saw the dog and started acting silly.

We got the horses calmed down by heading a little farther north then circling around the sand dune.  Looks like the carload of people wanted to take pictures and climb dunes.  I know it's rude, but I hate sharing my dunes with outsiders.

All in all, a disgruntling ride.  The horses were awesome, but I don't like where the neighborhood is headed and I'm worried about Majesty.

Silly Faces and Scary Objects

Tuesday, July 29th  Left at 6:28 pm  Home at 7:21 pm  85°
Rode with Bill & Wasabi
Stayed on the road ... about 3 miles total

We borrowed Bill's new rope halter and lead rope.  When asked how she felt about the blue color, these are the faces I got:

Guessing Morgan is not a fan of the blue.  I, however, thought it was dashing. Oh well.

Weather has been unusually lovely, so we have been taking advantage of it to squeeze in as many rides as possible.  Tonight Bill decided it was Wasabi's turn for an adventure.  She hadn't been out since July 10th, but she seemed to be in the mood for a ride.

First thing to tackle, some dirt piles on the side of the road

She marched up and down the dirt piles without so much as a twitch today.  Even when the sand started shifting under her feet, she calmly strode on as if she'd been doing this forever.  Far cry from her first sand dune experience a few weeks ago.

Before the scary balloon ... the terrifying Elmo lurking in the bushes ... 

flex the neck ... and then pass by the balloon as if they didn't exist.  Success!

We stuck to the road, but still encountered some strange objects.  First there was scary balloons stuck in the bushes that moved mysteriously ... it's called a breeze Wasabi, it's not mysterious at all.  Bill took advantage of the situation to flex her neck and readjust her focus.  A mere 30 seconds after sighting the balloons, she marched by them as if she'd lived with them all her life.

We continued on the road for two "blocks" (about 1/2 a mile) before starting towards home. Morgan and I were paralleling them because she was still showing slight discomfort in the rocks. Whenever we got a bit ahead of them, Wasabi tried to retake the lead.  Bill didn't seem to think we were funny, so we settled down to a slow walk.

Mailboxes? Car? No issues ... just keep strolling on Wasabi girl

We took the main road home to see how Wasabi would react with cars going by.  She didn't even glance over at the cars coming or going.  She was doing so well we decided to pass our house and go play with the fallen tree. Unfortunately, my batteries died, so there are no pictures of the "action."  She stepped over the log the first time Bill asked with no hesitation.  The second and third times required a little more patience and cajoling, but she and Bill worked out a cue on when to pick up her front lets and all was well by the fourth and fifth attempt.  Morgan actually jumped the log after my third request to go over it.  Oh happy day!