Then she led.
Scrappy looked for treats, and then stared at some other stuff:
It was fun, relaxed, non dramatic. The biggest spook of the day was executed by coming 9 yr old sleepy fella Scrappy, go figure. Tig seems to quite reasonable and willing, and obviously enjoys the trail. There were a few things that Mel worked with and adapted to, but that’s her story to tell. My story is that I enjoyed the day and my Scrappy fella, and riding with a good friend who is discovering and reminding herself of the fun of a solid minded young project/prospect horse. Pretty well a fine Saturday, I’d say!