Sunday November 9 2008
What Would Jose Do, in wet, muddy, gray, soggy, dismal weather like this?
He would play, of course, with his half-brother Kazam.
They romped and played, reared, bit, bucked, kicked, nipped, spun, leaped, perfection in timing and balance, enough to make a World Champion cutting horse, or a Spanish Riding School Lipizzaner jealous.
Then they took a time-out for a water break.
Then they went back to romping.
Then they rested.
Though Jose couldn't interest him in playing, even my horse Stormy gamboled and bucked, twice leading the pack in a gallop down to the house from up-canyon.
Plenty of horse things to do on a gray day.