Today when I went to Claudia's house, I rode Shiloh, her beautiful flea-bitten gray fifteen year old Quarter Horse gelding. His feet hurt him, so she put his special boots on.
We tried a lope (it's a little slower than a canter).
Guess what? Shiloh bucked! He protested with me, bumping his hindquarters up. Claudia got him going at a lope, and then he bumped his hindquarters up because his feet hurt. It scared me HALF TO DEATH! I thought I'd fall off. I didn't. I just lost a stirrup, but then I stopped him and got my foot back in the stirrup.
Guess what? Shiloh bucked! He protested with me, bumping his hindquarters up. Claudia got him going at a lope, and then he bumped his hindquarters up because his feet hurt. It scared me HALF TO DEATH! I thought I'd fall off. I didn't. I just lost a stirrup, but then I stopped him and got my foot back in the stirrup.
And then we tried a lope again. He did it again! I used to think I was ready to gallop. Now, I DON'T! Papaw (my mom's grand father) took me to Claudia's house and stayed.
I don't think loping is so cool. It's a lot faster than trotting. It probably would be fun, IF Shiloh didn't do that. It's SCARY!!!!
But over all I had a good time. We practiced going around cones at a trot, and then going around barrels. It was fun.

Then we went and got a wagon so we could put our stuff in it and so Oliver could ride in it. He's so cute, because he kept pointing at things, "is that the monkeys? Is that a bird? Where are the fish?"