Post by Snowflake on Jan 19, 2009 15:27:29 GMT 10
Dashing girl. I grinned, admiring my work. The filly gleamed from head to toe, and even seemed to be admiring herself when she snorted. I returned the grooming box to the tack room, fetching Make A Dash's exercise saddle, saddle blanket and bridle.
I tacked her up quickly, rechecking the girth twice before I lead her out as she often bloated her belly.
I mounted up at the oval, and warmed the filly up on the outside of the track.