This is not Part Four of the Arena Project.
The plans have changed, possibly. It's kind of up in the air because circumstances beyond his control are preventing Mr. K from getting over to our barn to do the work. It's nothing personal, which is good. I just don't know when he will be available, and I'm afraid to ride my horse in there any longer. So we're on to Plan B.
We're going to rent a Bobcat and have Marge's younger son (not the one with the equipment) help us at least move some of the footing out. We won't have the hydraulic leveler that Mr. K does, but I think we'll be able to at least improve what's there. Between the Bobcat and the drag I think we can make it safer to ride in.
At any point Mr. K might call and say we're back in business. And I think that even if we work on the ring that he should come over and level it out. Unless we're able to do such a fantastic job. Yeah right.
So that's the plan for today. It's subject to change. Hourly.
The good news is that Susan and I thoroughly watered and dragged the arena yesterday, and it felt pretty decent when I rode. Using my truck to drag the arena has resulted in the footing piling up in the corners. This is good because that means less footing where I want to ride. It's not perfect, by any means, but it's a slight improvement. And Kaswyn felt pretty good too. A little weak and stiff, but good.
Oh, and he's still free of hives. We have an appointment at Ohio State University on May 15th to get allergy tested. My horse loves going places. Road trip!
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Yay for a hive-free Kaswyn! Does he really like going places?
I'm glad the arena is finally going to get fixed. It must have been annoying to sit around waiting for that guy to fix it only to find out that he can't right now. At least now you can move onto plan B.
He LOVES to go places. He doesn't care where. When I get his shipping boots out he gets really excited and can hardly contain himself. I'll see if I can get a video of him getting on the trailer. I literally point him at the open trailer, throw the lead line over his neck, and say "Okay, get on." And he jumps in by himself. He's such a good boy. :)
That's so cool! You never have to feel guilty about dragging him to a show :)
Wow! and I thought it was tough being a show hubby! You are amazing!
Gee, thanks Steve... *blush*
I see you have met my show hubby. I will admit he does picki Abu's feet for me and removes my tack every night. I am so spoiled.
Awesome job on the footing, just goes to show that nothing gets in the way of a woman and desire to ride.
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