There is a wild fucking mongoose running around my house at all hours of the day, and she makes strange dinosaur noises at you when you don't participate in whatever satanic ritual she's in the process of completing. Her favorite thing to do is run at you on her hind legs with her ears pinned flat back and her mouth wide open, which quite frankly is not normal feline behavior and has solidified my opinion that she's some sort of of extraterrestrial here to suck your soul out of your face. That's why she's constantly trying to gnaw on it.
|trying to read, but also considering calling in for an exorcism.|
Bobby and I have been doing a whole shit ton of trail riding, even convincing Farrier to join BM and I on an hours long trail ride around Mendon Ponds Memorial Day weekend where she played tour guide so I wouldn't have to make loops of the same fields over and over again anymore.
We did some cross country schooling in the front field where I wasn't scared to jump; jumping in the ring; there's been much soaking in the pond on hot days; and generally anything that doesn't involve flat work has been played with.
Bobby developed some nasty hoof separation in his front feet overnight last week, enough that I handed him over to Farrier to get her advice on what to do. She didn't think it was white line as she was able to find the bottom of the separation pretty quickly (I quit digging after half a millimeter because gross, my horse's hoof is falling off), but suggested I treat it like that's what it was anyway. He's been sound on it after that initial discovery day, and it's quickly filling back in.
I owe you two and a half show recaps. One from the dressage schooling show where last we left off, one from our rated/recognized/whatever show this past Friday, and a jump school off property at a hunter show that I didn't compete in but also didn't cry.
I did end up scratching the rated show where I was going to do First because of my ride times and BM correcting me last minute that the venue was in fact at least four hours away, not two like I'd originally thought. I also scratched my second day of tests at Second because of ride times...but honestly the eight hour wait between tests was just a good excuse. I didn't want to go. I changed my mind about even going to Friday's show just about every hour up to the afternoon before.
You see, I threw an epic tantrum when I got home from that schooling show a few weeks ago. I was going to scratch every single show I was already entered in, and had decided that I was no longer going to compete ever again ever.
I came out of the ring after doing my tests feeling like, while our work was far from spectacular, we'd done a pretty okay job especially for the type of show we were at and compared to our competitors at the level.
However, I'd gotten a bad vibe from the judge who had laughed several times during our test, loudly enough that I could hear it from different points of the ring, and who was incredibly snide in her comments after our last test. The comments I received on my tests were in general catty and/or unhelpful. Her markings were consistently awful, even when placed next to a comment conceding we'd done the movement just fine.
Travers right: Correct angle. 4.5
|what the judge must have seen.|
Way to not encourage amateur riders to want to try your sport, Judge. Way to make someone feel completely useless in their riding and training.
I'll get more into the tests in that show recap--Bobby actually was quite naughty for his simple changes--but there you are. The reason I quit cold turkey on blogging for awhile. I didn't want feedback from anyone after that. I didn't want your sympathy because I wanted to stew. I didn't want your encouraging words because I wanted to quit.
But I went and did the one show, and where we'd gotten a 4 from an L judge, the S judge gave us 7s. Instead if getting comments that backhandedly suggested we try again at another discipline, the bottom of my 2-2 test was adorned with a great big "Good test! Good job!"
No regrets for the many names I called L judge over the two weeks leading up to our last show where we got some redemption. There's never a good reason to be a bitch to people.
I'll try to squeeze out ALL THE RECAPS this week!