Jeanie
It seemed like Chance had already been well trained at some point in his life. He stood calmly and patiently while I rubbed him all over with the saddle pad, and then the child size saddle. He didn’t even flinch when I tightened the girth. I led him around the round pen with the saddle on, and he followed me docilely. When I laid over the saddle with my full weight, he grunted a little but he made no move. He didn’t even side step.
If he had been in better condition, I would have ridden him myself to make sure he was child-safe, but the pony was still severely underweight. He had made great gains in the last two months, but he still had a long way to go.
I watched carefully as Isaiah tried to tack up the pony by himself. He was going great moving around with his new, light brace
