My husband isn't a horse man.... he's a football man - he lives and breathes the Gaelic games. Horses... just not his thing. When we have the horses home he gives out stink about them.. yet when he thinks nobody is looking he wanders over to Bandit just to give him a scratch and pat.
Anyway, today he decided he wanted to ride, so I got Simba and Bandit ready and up he got. Off he went on Bandit.. who is as safe as a house.. and while I was finishing up Simba for my daughter he started shoutin for me. Proud as punch he was... he trotted for the first time.
I'm slightly amused, but quite happy that he is buzzing about his achievement. He has only ridden a handful of times, is quite nervous but took it upon himself to move on...might have something to do with the 5 year old being able to trot on her pony....
For all the wives with nonhorsey husbands, I'm sure you all can understand why I'm delighted He'd just better not think he is getting any rights to my Bandit