Enough of this silliness, we have to head back. I stepped up on my mule and looked back at Laura from the saddle. Cowboy had a big grin on his face. That horse stood there calmly as though he were mesmerized by Laura's presence. I could see the twinkle in his big blue eyes...he only does that when a girl decides to kiss him.
(Latigo Laura and Cowboy.)
I sure wish that girl would quit spoiling my horse. ~Cindy K. Roberts
The exciting part about being an aunt is you always have little riding buddies that are willing to hit the trail of adventure. My little fiesty 6-year-old niece dreams of the day that she will become a lion tamer. Ahhh - that's my girl. I saddled up her new donkey and cued her on the gas, brakes, turn signals - mom was close by. Maybe it was Karma or a bad hair day for the Mocha the new donkey, things just didn't go right for Mocha or Esther. I turned my head long enough to bridle my mule, then I see a donkey trotting off into the sunset with Esther clutching her little hands to the horn, reins flopping up and down. I ran into the path of the run-away-donkey-train to head them off at the pass. Mocha was fearful because Esther screamed - not sure what exactly he was to be afraid of - never-the-less he trotted along in circles and dodged me - so quick, my goodness he is athletic. Esther bounced off, I picked her up and dried her tears. It's not easy to console a child, especially when one has never done it before - gosh - I did OK for a consoling newbie. "OK, now Esther, stop crying or I may have to operate. Is your leg broken?"
"Can you move your hands, legs, feet?"
"Do I need to do surgery?"
"That's good, because your Aunt Cindy did not bring her sharpest knife today."
(Esther with poison ivy on her face and growing new front teeth - priceless.)
After that circus - Wendy and I decided we would ride the little mule and the donkey because it looked like so much fun - wear the little hellions down a knotch or two and then we will be good to go.
It wasn't an hour later - Esther ran out of the house to get a ride on the mule with her aunt leading her - talking about the next time we go riding and how she's going to be the boss of her donkey. I think ponying this little cowgirl for a while longer is the best thing for her schooling. A future mule-skinner in the making~Cindy K. Roberts
Latigo Laura and I rode through the local park to perform our weekly duties - our assignment is to enforce the leash law. Yes we have to report the bad little doggies that run amuck with little or no supervision. It's all in a day's work and Cash is ready to due his part. He doesn't appreciate the canine sort - especially coyotes. Cash and Cowboy are naturals for this job, I call them pooch magnets. Mutts are drawn to them like flies on manure. I never had to leash a fly though - so I thank my lucky stars for the easy assignment.
In addition to the leash enforcement, we slow down the bicycle traffic - and remind them of pedestrians and horse users on the trail. Some take it well and others do not. "Don't give me any lip or my deputy will have to take you in." Usually they take heed, smile and pedal on.
At the end of the day, Cash had enough and decided he couldn't take it anymore. Too many people speeding on their bicycles, too many screaming babies, kids kicking balls around and now for the finaly act. Cash threw his head down while I grabbed for my cell phone out of my shirt pocket with my right hand, reins in my left and away we go. YEEE HAWWW!!! Traffic stopped to take a gander of my legs flapping up and down in time with the blonde mule leaping up, around when I quickly jerked and release with my quick stop. Now, I've got his attention and once again, my mule is willing to please me. By the way, when my mule is bucking, hold my calls.
~Cindy K. Roberts
This is the end of rut season for the white tails, a perfect time of year to see a lot of action on the trail. The bucks are pushing the does - which stirs up things a bit. Moving along the river bottom, Laura and I saw quite a bit of action. It was hard to keep my mule colt quiet and still, he wants to see everything and can hardly wait to investigate. Laura riding Cowboy the Paint Horse gets charged up
about the white tails. We crossed the water a few times and rode underground through some tunnels - hoping the train is not on time today. That will be the next thing on Cash's list to get over - the Union Pacific Railroad.
No time spent in the saddle is wasted ~Cindy K. Roberts