When I was a little girl, my mom and I always used to refer to horses who ran away or spooked or just acted goofy on the longe line a kite horse. Mostly because the way they take their person dragging accross the arena is reminiscent of flying a kite. No control but sort of fun to watch:)
Anyways, Tango doesn't have real turnout where he is at right now, just a good sized paddock where all he can do is trot. So I try to get him out a couple times a week into the area that has been prepped as an arena (still only fill sand, not arena footing so there are rocks surfacing, some inconsistencies, as well as no arena fence) and since it is not finished, I have to be really careful to keep him down a notch, because if he were to get away there is the possibility he might hurt himself.
So because of weather and Christmas he hadn't been out all week, so I took him out and attempted to longe him sanely. He had other ideas;) He ran and ran and then would slide to a stop and try to come in like he was done, then when I'd send him back out he'd take off running again. Oi. Gotta love a hot horse right?
Anyways, the best part of the day was that there was someone there to take pics of him in all his fluffy, unclipped, mussed up glory. So without further ado...