AllieBaba
Posted : 6/6/2009 6:07:50 PM
When I was a girl my mother used to take me to a place that had horses for commercial trail rides. We didn't have a horse, and in the off season, she'd take me every weekend to go on a 1/2-1 hour ride.
My favorite horse was a roan called "Strawberry", a fat, gentle gelding of indeterminate age. Because I was the only person riding, the guides would take me different places at different paces, and stretch out our time.
We came to a creek once, a sandy-bottomed, shallow dunes creek, and Strawberry pawed it a couple of times and then laid down.
I hopped off, he rolled around a sec, stood up and shook himself. Mom thought he might be colicked, and wouldn't let me ride him again because she was very safety oriented and wouldn't let me ride anything less than sound and safe.
I think he was just itchy from standing around all day with a saddle on and wanted a roll. He wasn't otherwise distressed.