|this horse. he is so...not attractive.|
BM was finishing with the barn and was musing out loud whether she wanted to fill the afternoon horses water buckets or wait until later to keep them from potentially freezing.
Me: It doesn't even feel cold outside today.
BM: No, it doesn't. Check the temperature for me.
Me: It's just over twenty.
BM: Oh, then I'll definitely fill them!
Since when is twenty degrees considered warm?! It should NEVER be considered warm!
|ninety degrees and playing in the creek is warm.|
Bobby was fresh to death on the longe. He was leaping around at the canter and tossing his head every time I said anything to him. It wasn't a naughty fresh, just a naked horse in the cold fresh--he never even pulled the line taut.
I set out a wide, tall cross rail with a barrel between the poles for a remedial jumping exercise. Because of my lower leg being a swinging mcswingerson, I finally tried the age-old "glove under the calf" exercise to try to keep it in place. I kept the stupid things under there, but my leg still felt like it wasn't super secure. Hmph.
Bobby was a rocket cantering right so we kept the few jumping efforts that way to a trot. However, his canter to the left was AMAZE BALLS. I even changed the cross rail to a vertical with the barrel under it (using the other barrels as standards because they're so much lighter and easier to tote around the arena), and he kept the same fabulous canter over 3'6". I don't know what ju ju got into him, but I hope it stays.
And I hope it invades his right lead canter, too.
i forgot to include this video from two weekends ago.
he was way better today.