Yesterday, in about the middle of our ride, we were working on simple changes. It got heated a couple times when the transition up or down was sloppy and I immediately went to fix it which caused Opie to start anticipating. I switched things up--instead of asking for the new lead I'd ask him to pick up the same one, or instead of changing direction I'd keep him straight or on a circle.
Opie got wound, thought about going up once, thought about slamming on the brakes a couple of times, and was definitely breathing fire throughout, but nothing got completely out of control to the point where we had to stop everything. So that alone was a big win!
He got his a carrot when we were done and I stuck the other one in my back pocket to give to him after I got done hosing him off and washing his tail. He was in for the day to wait out the tornado watch and 90* heat plus ten trillion percent humidity in comfort, so I left him in front of his hay net with his fan blowing on him.
Once I got everything put away, I got in my car to leave and realized I still had the carrot in my back pocket. I walked down the outside of the barn so I didn't have to go back in and talk to the girl in crossties (socializing quota: already met). I called out Opie's name several stalls out so I didn't pop up at his window and scare the shit out of him, and I could hear him nickering back to me like, "Mom? Where are you? I hear you!"
When I got to his window he saw me out of the corner of his side eye and hurried over, sticking his giant snoot between the bars for a pet before shoving the carrot in his mouth.
Now if only he could remember that when I take him off property....
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