I also have two and a half cats. Two are mine, one I'm fostering for a friend until she gets her own place--tentatively until August. Oscar just finished up his Clavamox, which means he's also fortunately finished puking it up all over my pillow on a semi-regular basis. That, of course, means that it's time for my little grey kitty--aptly named Hell Cat--to run a fever and just look sad and pathetic in general. Yay, vet bills! Any guesses on what the dogs will be getting themselves into this weekend? Rabies perhaps?
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Even though I was in my dressage saddle, Sarah was jumping Blackberry so....I....jumped too. Slightly awkward, but totally doable. We spent the next twenty minutes jumping all the jumps. Tire jump, picket fence, 2'6 vertical, 2'9 vertical to the demon 2' pipe jump. Aaand we even jumped the coop twice!
I was trying so hard to make my position normal. I know I can jump, but I'm having such a hard time adjusting to Bobby. I think I've found what's going to work for us: A small loop in the reins with my hands high instead of buried in his whithers, heels waaaaay down, and a slightly forward light seat that I must hold upon landing. No bouncing back up halfway over the fence. And, of course, a very forward canter!! Rocket science, no? Sarah even accused me of looking like an Eq rider over a couple of jumps. Something to build on. She did offer to take pictures, but I didn't know how well dressage saddle jumping would turn out so I declined. Definitely Sunday at the latest though.