Who wants to hear some shocking news?
Bobby has a loose front shoe.
Shut the fuck up, right?! Apparently BO put in a call to NF this morning and I'm hoping he'll magically appear tomorrow and we'll magically only lose one day of scheduled work. Chances are though, his four days of vacation before next weekend's show will be six days. Eh, who needs preparation anyway?
So far this week, I've been sticking to a consistent warm up for Bobby and he's seemed to work well with it. Big, marching walk all around the arena, and then onto the circle for lots of transitions between all three gaits with as little hand as possible. He's really good during this, and he's been responding so well to my seat and ensuing half halts later on in our work.
|ladies! we stopped to say hello on our way back.|
After a walk break where I ask him to stretch down (Must. Dominate. Free walk.), we go to work on building up "collection". We're not piaffe-ing here, folks--it's carrying himself in a more uphill frame and making his butt follow suit. After Monday's initial "Fuck you, lady. I'm going to....slowly...submit and...fuck, I'll just do it." conversation, he's stepped into working where I want him like the smarty pants he occasionally is. Today he even offered to stretch down while trotting! I had a little happy dance and praised him like he was a fucking genius before he lost focus and turned into a llama. Maybe we'll get there one day?
Our trail ride yesterday was a good break, and we went scampering down the Monster Hill like it was no big deal. Did I secretly want to wet myself? Of course. But I acted like it was super fun and Bobby managed not to fall off a cliff this time.
|warning: danger ahead!|
Also, we almost ran over a baby skunk and while I know they're not capable of spraying at that age, who wants to find out if mummy is nearby? Not I!
With the farrier's status in-air at the moment, I'm not sure when the next ride will be. Hopefully Saturday at the latest.