The fiancé took Gunner up to the track first yesterday to see how the footing was. I don't think this was how he intended to find out......
So humiliated.
It's not funny.
Mud mask.
Gunner stumbled and went down. Both him and the fiancé are okay. They came back and here's how the conversation went.
Me: What happened?! Oh, poor Gunner!!!!!
*After I finally notice that the fiancé is covered in mud too and glaring at me.
Me: Are you okay?
Him: Yeah.
Me: Unable to maintain the urge to laugh any longer, I try to keep it to a minimum. And only partially fail.
Cleaning off Gunner and my tack brought the laughing to an end though.
Cleaning my saddle was a real pain in the ass.
The SO wouldn't have been very happy if I had started taking pictures of his mud-covered self, but the jeans should give you an idea of what he looked like.
