Our main battle, though, was straightness. There are mirrors at the end of the arena so I worked off the quarter line to see if Bobby could walk and trot a straight line down each long side. He could not. At least not easily. At the walk he went decently, but at the trot he wanted to drift in towards the rail or when I started trying to help him out straighten him out, he'd snake his neck and twist his head so he was wobbling all over the place. I did some leg yields with him at the walk to get him listening to my leg a little more and we finally trotted straight down once with a little help from me before calling it quits.
He wasn't great by any means, but it was a good work out on his major weaknesses. Plus, he had foamier lips than he's ever had before when we were done!
We worked twenty minutes in the indoor and headed out to the trail to do some hill work. We ran into a ton of wildlife. The turkeys seemed to be celebrating the end of hunting season and were flapping around in the tall grass like total asses. The first field we got to, one of them flew up right in front of Bobby who had to half rear/pirouette to avoid getting hit by it. I yelled out some obscenities as it flopped away, but Bobby marched on. He's not easily phased by things running him over.
|our galloping track needs a mow.|
|old mama deer.|
|do you see her?|