Therefore I am moving elsewhere because #worststateever; it only meets those parameters for maybe two weeks cumulative here.
|or i'm going to trade my neurotic thoroughbred in for an icelandic pony.|
BECAUSE LOOK AT IT.
We randomly had a couple nice days of weather in the upper sixties, low seventies last week and it turned Sir Tweaker Pants into such a lovely creature. He was quiet, he was responsive, he didn't scream like a fool for his friends. He did such grown up things as grazing on the lush green grass in-hand without rearing in my face and standing calmly in the crossties with only one nervous poopies instead of four.
He has a whole year off the track now. He can indeed act like a grown up.
....at least when he's melting to death.
|having a soak while spying on people.|
I arranged my riding schedule around making use of every single nice day we had (that being three) and conquered some serious things on my list.
On the first day we hit the canter hard--moreso mentally than physically. Opie has a ballin' canter when it gets round and rolling. He also has a canter that's like riding a bike with two flat tires and no handle bars. Lately he's been starting out with the latter, but a few transitions from canter to walk or trot and back again get him tuned in pretty reliably. Once I get the nice canter though, I'm totally guilty of expecting him to just coast along in it, and when he starts bulldozing into the ground I'm like, "Oh well! Better either quit there or do a few more transitions from trot or walk!"
But nah, that's not going to work in the middle of a test. So I've been slowly--because slowly is how I learn--forcing myself to work a little harder and do the transitions within the canter itself. Sometimes that means riding literally from one half halt to the next with no rest in between. The resulting canter is amazing. I mean, my legs end up shaking like sad puppies at the end of it, but I'm eternally optimistic one day neither my legs nor my horse will need that much constant support.
|was being the creepiest of creepers on people saturday|
Day two was a "fun day". I had my fun in the beginning of the ride, and Opie got to have his at the end of it. Right off the bat I took him out to the pond on the property and we played the fun game called, "You will cross this two inch water runoff ditch, so help me god." SO FUN! It was fifteen minutes of NOPE from Opie, but I've learned as long as I don't let him get turned around his tantrums are mild at best. There was much stamping and side eyeing and snorting, but in the end he crossed the "creek" both ways multiple times and lived to tell the tale.
His reward was to get to play with poles which he very much enjoys, and he even got to finish popping over the two 2'6" verticals left standing in the ring.
Both rides were--excluding the time spent throwing shade at the creek--about twenty minutes total because we went from 35* and snowing to 70* and sunny overnight so I didn't want to stress his already angst ridden self out. But damn, a melting horse is so lovely to ride.
The final day of warmth was another trip to the park, this time with BFF Mo!
|mo was so happy to get back to the park that he even out-walked|
the biggest walker on the planet a few times
It was the perfect was to celebrate the summer season which has now come and gone. Back to eighteenth winter and a chance of snow tonight.
|might ride my horse again in a couple months if it gets|
out of the lower 40s.