HE'S HOME!!!

So I'm one HAPPY camper. It's as though someone taught him English and we can now have a proper conversation! No more misunderstandings, blank looks and lack of response! I'll let my picture mantage tell the story (GREAT shots, camerawoMAN!):

(yay!) walking things out...let's try the trot...and a rockin' canter...bee-utiful stop.the latest trick in his book...
He came back lighter and lighter. In weight more than I'd like, but it won't take any time at all to bulk him back up. The saddle doesn't fit as well as it did with some cusion. He's MUCH lighter in response and on the hands, all around. I just can't believe the difference.

There's still Max in there. I didn't want to lose him entirely. Still tricky to work those feet. I hope I can get a good trim going on him as I can on hubby's horse, Bill. As it stands, I don't trust him enough to crawl underneath. ^shrug^ We'll see how far we can get.

From him personally, I sense a growing up, which is what this entire adventure was about, after all. For the first time he had to work (hard) daily. He did very well and in keeping with his forgiving personality, didn't offer any stinky behaviour.

I'm really looking forward to our riding relationship from now-on, especially our camping trip in two weeks!! Look out Falcon Lake!!!