Siri and I, tacking up at liberty. Special guest appearance by Carmen the Surrogate Dog. Maybe not the grandest of accomplishments in the scale of such things, but six months ago this wasn't really an option - she would emphatically decline to be saddled loose. This was also the unintentional official start of our year-long quest for non-lethal bridleless work outside the arena at all gaits (I accidentally said it publicly, so now it has to be a thing). The footing wasn't good so it's not terrifically exciting to watch, and hence, only the stills are here from the actual ride. This video in itself is underwhelming, though not because it's an end result. It's the beginning. It's the bud. If she's not cool with this, anything further is corrupted and subject to decay. We may be late bloomers, she and I, but we'll effloresce eventually. That's always beautiful when it happens.