Well, that last time I rode Keeva in the pasture was the event of my short, unscheduled, brief flight, so today’s foray in the pasture was a milestone.  I tacked up, mounted up and went out as if only good things were going to happen, and they did.  She had some nice work in all gaits and kept her head about her. 

After the ride, I rinsed her in the washrack and halfway through I pulled the hose across the gravel, which she has grown accustomed to generally, but it must have bumped against her legs, because she got scared.  I was behind her at the time and she could have kicked me, but she simply tucked her butt under and quickly raised her neck sharply and popped the fuse on the washrack tie.  Then she took a quick trot across the yard, but settled down quickly and let me catch her no problem.  In a way, this is a disappointing development in that she got worried enough about the dragging hose to mildly lose her mind.  But in many ways it is positive.  She tucked her butt under rather than kicking out and she let me catch her much more easily that she might have in the past.  She went back in the wash rack just fine and stood perfectly for the rest of the bath.