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My Day Off

Musing early morning’s light
I yawn and stretch away the night.
It’s my day off to be a horse,
And do what horses do, of course.

So, first light throws a flake of hay
A tasty way to start the day,
Soon followed by a scoop of grain —
My stomach’s happy once again.

Then to the paddock I am bound
Where Sam is usually to be found.
We re-acquaint and squeal and snort,
Our pecking order we must sort.

I usually win as he concedes,
Prefers to fill his dietary needs.
So after tag and gleeful fun
We’ll graze and snooze under the sun.

That is unless it rains, of course,
That’s when we get to play “Sea Horse:”
See horse splashing watery spray;
See horse roll in mud all day.

When day is done into the barn
We go to share a yawn and yarn.
The day of rest goes oh, so fast.
Why do the good things never last?

* * *

It’s my day off. I get to do whatever I like within the bounds of equine reason (whatever that is) and rest from a rigorous five-day week of one-hour work days.

In fact, I have the weekend off. The scribe, in her wisdom (no doubt acquired from spending time with me) has determined that it would be best for us both if we worked steadily five days in a row and then took the weekends off.

The first day of the weekend, which is today, we get to do nothing beautifully. She will stop by to groom me and indulge me with my favourite treats, and I get to amuse her endlessly.

Tomorrow we flex our mental and spiritual muscles with some ground play in the arena — a combination of me running around getting the heebeegeebees out before we get back to work on Monday, and the scribe taking notes. She’s good at that. And then we’ll walk around, cool off and do tricks. (If I do a trick, she’ll give me a treat … I like doing tricks. Must ask her to teach me some new ones.)

I like this new schedule. The scribe is making better progress with her riding because we’re building a more consistent connection, both on the ground and in the saddle. With the old schedule we worked two days, took a day off, worked three days, took a day off. It was too disruptive; disconnected, and we never got to feel really rested.

And I can tell this new way of working makes the scribe happy because I feel happier too.

The importance of a day (or two) off cannot be underestimated.

See you in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

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