Bo was the most goodest boy today. We did a little trotty-trot and a canter on our long walk and he gave me no bum-hops, did not slam on the brakes, and I didn’t have to leg-bump him nearly as much.
Funny anecdote:
Sunday, when I had Bo tacked up and was about to get on, I asked DH (who was outside, cleaning out the car) to ‘keep an eye out in case I die, since I haven’t been on this horse before’. Literally, those were the words I used. I was holding Bo and standing right in front of him at the time, making eye contact, and he acknowledged.
Monday mid afternoon, he’s texting me asking how my day is going, and I mention I’d ridden both horses in the morning. He says ‘oh, was that the first ride on Bo?’
I suppose I over-estimated his ability to tell Bo and Elmo apart and actually listen to the words I used.
Both horses are “orange”, nevermind the completely different markings, hairstyles, builds, and a serious height difference.