Hi Mom!!

Well, summer is here and, boy, is it hot! Shirley is still under some cockamamy notion that I need to be some kind of traveling horse ride or something. She continues to put me in the darn stock trailer and haul over across the lake to her girlfriends' houses to ride me in their arenas. After the tenth trip over and back I absolutely refused to load the next time. After I ate all the carrots, apples, grain etc. and Shirley and Tanya repeatedly lifting my front feet in the trailer, you would think they would get a clue, wouldn't you? But, oh no, Shirley is all covered with sweat and she stood back and said, "All right, Aceman this is war!!" I don't know what her problems was, I never SAID I wanted to go anywhere! Well, I fooled her! After looking another twenty minutes for a whip, she finally found one. When she got back out in the driveway it was too late, as I had loaded like a gentleman when I knew what she was looking for.

You will be so proud of me as I learned another of what Shirley calls my original dressage moves. While traveling around the hairpin curves of Washoe Lake in that 27 foot stock trailer, I learned to jump and kick the walls with both my hind feet at the same time. Shirley stopped on the shoulder and ran out to congratulate me or so I thought. I do not believe I ever heard some of those words she used when she looked at the wall of the trailer. Once we got going again, I learned that every time I did this she could hardly keep the rig on the road and had to go pretty slow. The first straight away we came to, you should have seen all the people that gave Shirley a funny one fingered salute. I sure thought she should have appreciated their recognition.

When we are at the Staffords' arena, they have this table, an umbrella, and a couple of chairs. Well, one time there was people sitting there that I didn't know so I really buggered hard - ya know how shy I am about meeting new people. The next time she had all the other people try to make their horses sit in those chairs and on the table….Not Me!!! No Way!!!!

Then she started loping me in the deep sand and I discovered a new trick. If I lope hard where it's the deepest and come out of the deep sand crow-hopping she has to hang on cuz her chubby butt is outta the saddle by then. She didn't appreciate the humor at all….the other horses did and so did some of the people. Then a couple of the other horses tried the same thing but we all got in trouble.
You need to talk to Shirley for me, Ma. She is trying to pony other horses off of me, with the other horse right next to me. YOU KNOW how I am about other horses touching my bod…..She did not give up until she almost got jerked out of the saddle a couple of times cuz when the other horse stops, I take a huge jump in opposite direction. She says we are going to practice that some more, but I do not think so!!

What is her problem anyways? Why does she expect me to become a good all around horse? That is like expecting her teen age son to become a responsible kid. There are some things she just won't give up on.

I sure embarrassed her at a lesson the other day. She had all her students take off at the lope, and when she cued me to lope, by golly I did!!! She hadn't noticed that I had the crosspiece of the hackamore in my teeth (it has taken me three years to be able to do this without her noticing). So I went cruisin'!!!!! She was hollering at me to let her steer but I was having a good time and when I was done, I spit the crosspiece out and let her steer. It was a lot of fun and all the kids were laughing cuz the teacher couldn't stop or steer her horse!

Well, that's all for now. Hope to see ya soon!

Love,

The Aceman

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