So, the other day I decided to take Soda on a long lonesome trailride. Silly me thought he was ready. Long story short, he wasn't and to prove it managed to spend the entire 1.5 hrs alternately trying to kill us both, run home in terror, or scream like a ninny. We made it back home in one piece and he rolled for a good 20 mins trying to make himself feel better.
I think these are in order (he went down about 3 times and rolled repeatedly).