The chiropracter, who is a friend also, asked about all the Roscoe "clones" popping up. Mom laughed as she told her about the foals. She asked how big Roscoe is, about 14 hands and she said he seems bigger. "I guess he just has that big a presence!" No doubt.
Today I decided to ride him and see if I felt any difference. The sun made an appearance, but was on the way out by time I tacked him up. Roscoe took his time acting the tourist and started to get to work. Then out of the blue he zigged. No big deal except that he sucked in his tummy at the same time and the saddle zagged. Guess which one I went with? Yeah the saddle. I hit the sand and expected to see my pony headed for the barn through the open gate. Instead I looked up and saw my pony a few feet away staring at me in surprise. I put my hand out as I sat in the sand and called him over. He walked over and I told him it was okay. Total fluke. How great is he that he stayed with me? To me that proves he had no bad intentions. So I got back on, took a minute to settle and then went back to work. Roscoe was a completly different pony than before the parting. It was like he figured he needed to focus so he did not lose me again. I could not have asked anymore from him. The best part was that he did not carry the fall, so I could shake it off too.
I really hope he passes on his brain to his babies. This boy is amazing. Can't wait for him to get wider though :)
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