But he has also been showing his Mighty Magee side and being utterly ridiculous.
|"I LITERALLY CANNOT HORSE RIGHT NOW."|
On Friday he warmed up lovely. Then I asked him to start to come up a little bit and regulate his speed. This was HIGHLY OFFENSIVE. He flung his head into the air which both threw him off balance and kept his sight skyward instead of sideways-ward. The result was him smashing my knee into the side of the open door to the quarantine pen in the back of the arena as he went flailing about.
I was HIGHLY ANNOYED.
Then on Sunday we revisited some in-hand work where I'm teaching him to side pass over a pole. He is a gem about this on the ground--totally got it right away. Sunday I got on him to try it for the first time under saddle.
Bobby said, no. Bobby said, watch how fast I can run backwards...and sideways, and somehow get my feet tangled up in the pole which means I should run around like a spastic dick even more.
I was all, whatever. Totally used to it. You cannot phase me, Bobby.
So Bobby was like, Does this phase you?!?! and went on a legitimate bucking spree.
I was partly impressed he went to the effort and partly ready to brain him. Instead I just kicked him over to the pole, dismounted, and immediately made him side pass both ways over the fucking thing which he did perfectly. I put the pole away after that and left it for another day.
The next ten minutes of the ride were mediocre. Then an up-down lesson kid came in and waited in the middle of the ring for BO to come down. Bobby was pumped to have an audience and finished up beautifully.
I swear this giant mooseasaurus was a pony in a former life. A tiny pony that ate children but people still thought he was the greatest. And now he's just an asshole.
Monday I was stuck in jury duty all day, and today the weather is inclement enough that I don't want to drive to the barn, so hopefully he resets his dome piece.