|"oh, hey. it's just me--the cutest pony ever."|
he's been named falco.
So Bobby has been......good.....the past two days. Everyone take a second to knock on wood. He's been so good jumping that I'm waiting for the inevitable reversion to the awful mess we usually are.
Yesterday, I lazily set up a two stride line that boxed in the vertical on the short side and made up a little course with the three jumps. He was totally nonchalant about the whole thing. I'm keeping the jumps tiny for now, so it's not exactly physically or mentally stimulating, but that's the whole point, isn't it?
I think I've finally cracked the Bobby Jumping Code. Three whole years of doing one extreme of this or that, and I've finally pieced together a little bit of both and created a perfect gentleman of a jumper. Well, over 2'6" at least. We'll see how well it holds up once I ask him to go a little more forward for bigger jumps.
Jumping used to consist of not being able to count how many good jumps we got in the entire ride because you can't count to zero on your fingers! Now I can count on one hand how many eyebrow-raising jumps we get throughout the course of the ride. Note "eyebrow-raising" and not "cover your head and peak between your fingers to see if it's over" jumps. I'll force Hubby to get video this weekend.
Today was a dressage ride in the indoor. We spent a lot of time tooling around on the buckle at all three gaits because that seemed more fun than doing anything productive. I finally decided we should do some work and made poor Mr Magee do about a thousand transitions between walk, trot, halt, and canter, and transitions within the gait for the trot and canter. He was all, "Whatever you want, lady." I love when my donkey is feeling cooperative.
We ran though Training A, did some counter canter to his tougher direction, a little stretchy trot, and finished with some trot also to his tougher direction. He really likes to drop his shoulder tracking left, and then his whole giant body just collapses in on itself. It's a beast to work with, but lots and lots of leg and a relentless outside rein got him mostly straightened out.
or, what happens when your horse eats carrots pre-ride.
He gets tomorrow and maybe Friday off as well. I might be taking sick days due to the copious amounts of Halloween candy I've been eating. Ughhhhh.