TUESDAY:
All: We have arrived! We will all settle in and be incredibly mature. Don’t look so shocked, lady.
WEDNESDAY:
Fender: Whee! Florida! I’m going to try and buck you off.
Danny: Me too! In between, I will give you about the most amazing feeling you’ve ever gotten from a horse in your life. This means that someday, you’ll be able to control me when I’m this up, and it will be the kind of thing that will get you HUGE scores at CDI Grand Prix. But that day is not today. WHAT WAS THAT OVER THERE?!
Fiero: I would NEVER do such a thing. However, the bushes at that one end of the arena are EXTREMELY TERRIFYING out of my left eyeball, and if they start wiggling in the breeze, it’s every man for himself.
Dorian: SO. TIGHT. But I’m supposed to be a GOOD. BOY. But I’m SO. TIGHT. But I’m a GOOD. BOY. SO. CONFLICTED.
Bo: Someone has to be the adult here, so it might as well be me.
Johnny: Good MORNING! I LOVE Florida! I love those trees! I love those arena letters! I love putting my head down and going to work! And I love humping my back and shoving your right leg away every now and then, just to remind you that while I am now 6, I am not yet 6.
THURSDAY:
Fender: NO. No no no. No. No. I will not go in the ring. I will NOT go in the ring. I WILL NOT GO IN THE RING.
Oh look, I’m in the ring. OK, let’s go to work.
Danny: Sorry about yesterday, man. It was just one of those days. I’m really quite spectacular, and now I will be very focused. HOLY @#$& A DOG THE SIZE OF A HAMSTER. Whoops, sorry about that. I’m good now.
Fiero: Perhaps the spooking yesterday was a bad decision. I’ll try it once today, just to make sure.
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Dorian: I’m exhausted.
Bo: Someone has to be the adult here, so it might as well be me.
Johnny: GOOD MORNING! We are STILL in Florida! This place is MAGICAL! It is WARM! The sun is SHINING! I shall put my head down and do good dressagings because I am a wonderful boy who loves dressage, and you, and that bush over there, and pretty much everything in the whole wide world.
FRIDAY:
Fender: Hi, Michael! Oh boy, our first lesson since last March. I’m exhausted.
Danny: Hi Michael. I’m exhausted too. Also, isn’t it funny to watch my mom try and sit the trot when I’m so tired I can’t operate both my hind legs at the same time? I like to keep her humble.
Fiero: I think the spooking on Wednesday was a REALLY bad decision. I appear to have misplaced my hind end.
Dorian: I’m awesome!
Bo: Someone has to be the adult here, so it might as well be me.
Johnny: GOOOOOD MORNING!!! It is so beautiful here! I love it! I love you! I love dressage! I mostly even love moving off your right leg! Let’s do it ALL THE TIME!
SATURDAY:
Fender: I’m dead.
Danny: I’m dead too.
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Fiero: A lesson with Michael. I am sorry I spooked a lot on Wednesday. I need an espresso.
Dorian: I’m dead. Again.
Bo: Oh hey, Michael. What right hind leg? Oh, this right hind leg. What would you like me to do with it? Step under myself and yield my back? No, I don’t know how to do this. No, I don’t think we’ve done this every day of my life. I think you’re mistaken.
Johnny: GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING!!!!!! I love you! I love dressage! I love it here! I love your leg! I love cantering with my head down! I love bending to the left! Everything is awesome!
SUNDAY:
Fender: Still dead.
Danny: Me too.
Fiero: Me three. Can we go hacking?
Dorian: Me four. Can we not go hacking?
Bo: Oh, THAT right hind leg. Of course I know what you’re talking about! We do this every day!
Johnny: Good morning! I love you… yawn… and dressage… yawn…. and being 6 and working every day… yawn. Oh, a trail ride? THANK GOD.
TODAY:
All: (zzzzzzzzzz)
