|grazing while i set poles.|
So I drop the girth on one side. Bring saddle forward. Reach underneath him to do girth back up. Bobby takes offense to this and steps sideways as I'm pulling the saddle towards me. The result:
I know your first reaction is :O ... and your second reaction is, "What the fuck kind of cheap ass saddle is that?!" Well, it was only supposed to last me a year and it fit us both really well! Not that it matters now! Since I only got it two weeks ago, I emailed the place I got it from and they're trying to get ahold of the manufacturer to see if we can't work something out. Meanwhile, I'm yet again borrowing an old Stubben from BO.
|"uh oh. am i in trouble?"|
I rode with Sarah. Bobby went really well. I think he was trying to make up for me bursting into tears of my poor, ridiculous plight. I jumped him over the tires a few times, and a couple times over the 2'3 vertical on the circle. We trotted the poles a couple times and called it quits while we were going good.
|simon playing fetch with himself.|
Today, I only managed a quick ride (twenty minutes) in the outdoor before it started raining/sleeting/snowing with a vengence. Um, what happened to eighty degrees?? Regardless, it was all super work and I managed a w/t/c in both directions with minimum problems. I had to switch his back leg over cantering to the right, but I only made half a lap of the arena to avoid a temper tantrum before coming back to the trot. The past couple of times I've cantered him that way now, when I bring him back to the trot he wants to immediately canter again, so I've been doing a little sitting trot to slow him down, and then make him walk and halt before doing anything else.
|headed back to the barn in the freezing monsun.|
|falling asleep while i put my stuff away.|
|dakota and darcy two seconds before the Crazy Play button was pushed.|