Saddling up the ol' blue barrel
I am as excited as a kid at Christmas. My Cashel Soft Saddle
When I got home from work yesterday, it was too dark outside to try it out. (Running late as I was out buying a Valentine for my wonderful husband.) So, I saddled up my equestrian vaulting barrel in the garage instead and gave it a try.
Matilda-the-tenacious-heeler was very disappointed that we went riding in the garage. After all, the moment my hand touches a saddle, any saddle, that means nothing other to the big-eared dog than … a cross-country extravaganza. She stood squarely on all freckled fours at the foot of the vaulting barrel, bobtail wagging, vacillating between anticipation of a ride and abject disbelief that I was saddling up the blue barrel instead of a horse. I told her it was the best I could do under the circumstances and promised her a ride tonight.
At 5 pounds, the little Cashel Soft Saddle
No complaints from the vaulting barrel. Now to try the way-cool saddle on a real horse this evening.
The big-eared bobtail dog is going to be so happy.
Flickr photos: digital hearth; shasta
