|From our last trip to the trainer|
So then the next best idea was to haul to our trainer's place on Wednesday evening for a group jump night after three days off.
Did I mention the temperature had dropped 20 degrees overnight?
Cuz that sounds like a smart idea.
|Life is better with a supermodel girlfriend|
|A cute shot from another participant|
We walked and trotted through the big grid when it was set as trot poles. The first three poles would eventually become a double bounce. We trotted through when the first crossrail was set up.
Then the next rail went up. Well... why not? I aimed towards it. He went happily forward until the last stride.
|The face you make when you're the best|
Me: "Go forward."
C-rage: "Eh... front feet, back feet BOING"
Me: "Good boy! That's the idea."
C-rage: "Yeah, did you see that? I am the best at this."
Cocky little bastard. ;-) Gotta love him. We bowed out when they progressed to three bounces, but he spent the rest of the hour walking around and visiting and being admired. By the end, he was standing on the buckle getting scratches from fans.