It was absolute slop, but it wasn't slippery. After warming up and going over a ground pole a few times, I dragged out a pair of standards and set up a simple 2'3 vertical. He was jumping pretty flat, but it was small, and it was a vertical, and not much effort needed to be put forth. He was mostly polite the entire time, though we did have a Come to Jesus once each way.
Boring ride? Why not top it off with boring helmet cam? (I feel bad that I have this $200 fancy thing laying around and I'm not using it.)
After our CtJ to the right, I trotted him over it--something he's not a fan of--and he did it nicely so I moved on to jumping it from an angle a few times.
A note on the weather: As you can tell, it was flurrying a bit. When I left my house it was blue skies and sun. In the thirty minutes that I rode, it was snowing, raining, and partly sunny. I'm glad you're gone, February. Your weather sucked!
I spent a good ten minutes washing legs and boots when we were done. But who cares? Sloppy sand meant that I was outside! Yay!
Bobby started out our ride super behind my leg while still managing to be spooky (Spooky for Bobby is turning an ear or taking a fast step.). Barn Worked very not sadly had his last day today; what better way to celebrate than by parking his truck in front of the gate to the indoor and cleaning it out? Bobby doesn't like motorized vehicles (something about looking like an Amish cart horse that fucks with his brain) so he was oggling the truck while we were trying to warm up. He finally worked into a slow but pleasant trot and BW left.
His canter started out just the opposite of what it has been. He was disgustingly slow and four beating. Once more, I got into half seat and really asked him to go forward and he quickly got things sorted out. I wonder if his back might be hurting him? He's been working hard the past couple of weeks. He doesn't respond to palpations, but he's probably due for a chiro adjustment.
Back to the trot, we did some lovely leg yields, shoulder-in, and lengthenings across the diagnol. I wanted to finish with some counter canter loops, but Bobby felt like he should just get to tour the arena as he pleased. He was drifting off the rail and was greatly offended when I shoved him back over.
Bobby: I am a gold medal Drama Llamaaaaaaaaa!!!! You cannot defeat me!
Me: I would punch you in the brain if you had one.
I don't even know how I resolved it, but I wouldn't have stopped if I hadn't won so I must have gotten something I wanted. Dick.
What better way to clear the air than a trail ride, right? Wrong. Someone thought it would be acceptable to put the periscope up and hop up and down in place while someone else was trying to document sunshine. That someone else disagreed with periscoping.
|"i can't stand still! i'm an award winning drama llama, remember?"|
|bobby timeout: curl your head to your chest and pout.|
|"don't take my picture, lady. this is my 'i hate you' face."|
What better way to end the day than a classic Bobby DUH face, refusing to enter his stall because he somehow got the crosstie over his big dumb head.