lolz, no, Bobby is always good.
LOLZ, no he's not.
But anyway, riding buddy W who I handed him over to got to take a lesson on him, do some trail riding, and play over some xc jumps. BM reported back that W had a hard time on him in her lesson because she doesn't have the beating gene in her, and Bobby really needs to be beaten (get over it).
|she did tide me over by sending me pictures of my horse looking super smart.|
As Tracy found out, Bobby doesn't start off taking a light hand and works up into the contact. He doesn't come out a fluffy, floating cloud machine. I wouldn't say you need to pick a fight with him, but from the first step you have to set the tone. "Bobby, you're going to walk forward and straight, and you are not going to lean on that left rein, so help me God." Usually it's nothing more than a couple of boots in the ribs in the first ten minutes to get him off your leg and moving along, but he does need someone to be a little "mean" with him.
W is not a mean person. She doesn't have a mean gene in her. You can walk Bobby and be nice to him for hours as your warm up, and he will never go to work for you. So the two of them didn't get to jump much in their lesson because BM pulled W's stirrups and was mean to her instead. Sorry, W. At least riding Bobby away from the trainer's eye was fun?
|return of the flash to nip that wandering tongue habit in the bud|
Bright and early this morning I got on him for the first time in a week to feel him out. For sure not a lot of dressage training went down while I was gone, but W kept his hind end moving which is all I wanted.
He started off pretty sluggish at the walk, but I got that sorted out before too long and we moved on to the trot. Right away he vomited onto the forehand in the grossest trot ever. Lots of trot-halt-trot transitions got him working better so I let him have a good stretch before putting him together.
His trot work after that was actually really, really good though he was getting a little over-exuberant in the lateral work. He was heavy in the canter, but I fucked up my back something good beating Mags yesterday (No, I really did beat her. She went to bite Pig again and we had a little CTJ in the shallows of Lake Ontario. Sorry not sorry.) so it was painful for me to work through. We threw down a clean flying change each direction with zero drama and called it quits.
|so hot already at 8am.|
It was a good little jaunt about the ring, and we should be right back on track for the rest of the week. I also sold my saddle Friday, so once paypal/ebay frees my monies, it's saddle shopping time! Really old, cheap Stubben saddle shopping, but hey--at least that's the easy kind, right?