Nitro has finally forgotten Zoe. Seems he realized what a flirt she is. She prances past the other geldings working them all up. Nitro watches from his stall door sometimes as if to say what a two timer. She breezes past his door defying him to ignore her. He looks but with out neighing or sniffing. He seems to know the brief affair is over. This week we went on a ride up our old trail to the place he liked to run just before the turn around where he was allowed to stop for fresh grass before heading back. The old run was gone, replaced by paved drives and clear cut trees. He knew he lost another love as did I. The trails and farms are fast disappearing and this one stretch of his run was especially depressing. The trail use to lead up the mountain woods into a up hill clearing. Nitro loves running up hill and we would always run it flat out. He knew, he saw the work of the loggers, and road builders. He knew his run was gone. We both walked back down the mountain never again to run the top. Sad; little by little the trails and horses must give way to growth and development.
Nitro still had wanted to have a run though, so when we got back to the barn we went into the ring and ran some barrels. He did it with a vengeance. I guess he had to get it out of his system. Oh yeah, Zoe was watching.
