Friday we did a quick walk ride out on the trails to warm up. Only fifteen minutes instead of the thirty I had planned on because it was really hot and really buggy. Went into the indoor and proceeded to pick a fight with each other over every little thing.
Me: Bobby, walk faster.
Bobby: What? Trot?
Me: No. Just walk.
Bobby: Wait, what? I'm not listening. Did you say halt?
I put up wiht this for about twenty minutes before getting off and "winning" by longing him in side reins and calling that productive enough for the day. It was too hot and we were both too pissy.
I had the trakehner in sight as the end goal, but we also made it over the oxer for the first time. He didn't refuse, but dammit if I could get him away from the base of the effing jump.
|notice butt ventilation. i added a new hole mounting that morning.|
|there's my leg....going backwards as we go forwards.|
|bobby enjoyed the chilled pace too.|
But again we were plagued with the unwanted, unasked for chipped in strides that are starting to make jumping not only not fun, but also dangerous.
|i could have murdered him for this, as you can tell from my face.|
My homework this week:
* Fun, consistent dressage rides.
* Teeny, tiny fences with a whip in hand (gasp!) to work our asses of on correct distances. This was the plan earlier, but loose and lost shoes derailed it pretty quickly.
Monday off because he'll be tired from jumping, and Friday off because Saturday is going to be a long, relaxing trail ride with friends. Only three days off real work, but I'd rather have a happy, fresh horse than a horse drilled to boredom and naughtiness--which is where I feel we are now.
|sometimes we're friends.|