|happy horse slobbers|
Tuesday I didn't ride.
Today I rode a plow horse. A really fucking poorly trained plow horse. One prone to tantrums, unable to steer, and one that is really good at yanking your arms out. He was ridden in the outdoor.
Getting Bobby's brain switched over to flat work in the outdoor--where we primarily jump--has always been a struggle for me. I'm not talking just this summer. It's like every fucking year we have to revisit this. He goes blowing through my outside leg on circles, he doesn't think he can go in a straight line off the rail, and according to him if he's not lengthening his stride, then he shouldn't be doing anything.
So it was actually like riding a really strong plow horse that hasn't been taught the basic fundamentals of steering off your seat and leg, doesn't know what a half halt is, trots like a pogo stick, and flings his head about when asked to bend.
Welcome to riding Bobby. Aren't you all so jealous that I get to be his "partner"?
|post ride plow horse slobbers--the kind where you fling it all over your face.|
We did eventually come to an agreement, and we were able to end with him trotting around rhythmically on a loose rein stretched out and relaxed, but what a fucking mess getting to that point. Sometimes I just want to beat him, but I'm trying to get calm here.
Just. Stay. Calm.
Also, I am so annoyed with this mother fucking right front hoof. The deep sulcus thrush is almost entirely gone. It's looking awesome. But now the side of his frog is all rotted again.
|left front: awesome frog!|
right front: squishy, smelly, fuck you frog.
The whole right front just makes me a little homicidal. This is how I feel about it:
|i hate you!!|
Basically this was just a pointless post where I whine about how my horse is schizophrenic and I hate his feet.
To make it worth reading, I need some advice. I know horse people love nothing more than doling out their opinion on things, but sadly for you this is fairly tame. Tell me about the fit of this figure eight:
|yay or nay?|
That's all I've got. It's been a slow few days.