On Friday, Sarah and I set up a mid-morning riding date. I speed tacked Bobby and was just walking out of the barn when the farrier told me he was going to get done. Balls! Fortunately, he said he had another horse to do so I promised I'd make it a quick ride. We set up three bounces and an X to warm up over.
Bobby left out an entire stride over the X the first time and pulled the reins literally right out of my hands. Note to self: If you're going to jump in the Micklem, switch reins. My jumping reins are about ten times longer. We trotted it a few times, then cantered a few times before doing the bounces.
It was my first time doing bouinces with him, but I do believe Lillian has done them with him before. Regardless, he was a good pony. Maybe this week I'll set up a jump at the end of them. Anything to stop the rushing! I only rode for about twenty minutes before we called it quits and headed in for new toes.
|waiting for our turn.|
On Saturday, I convinced Hubby to stick around for a dressage school video shoot. Bobby had some good moments, but our ride was mostly stop and go for various reasons, and Bobby does not do well with that kind of work. He got progressively tenser as we went on, but overall it wasn't a bad ride.
Now some of you may be thinking, "This is the fancy dressage work you've been talking about?! My horse rides like that in his sleep." Well, let me remind you all of what we were working with this spring:
He looks downright fancy now, doesn't he? (Although I look like I'm dancing a jig at the canter.) Of course, no Bobby ride would ever be complete without a little bit of this:
We took a different route on the way home that involved some longer hills and a little bit of road riding, and Bobby was a champ. I went out determined to have a quiet, drama free ride and Bobby fed off of that and marched along. That is until we got to the final path home where he had his temper tantrum with Tyler last weekend.
I let him canter up super steep hills, so he tried to take advantage of that and canter up the little ledge that he usually walks up. I said no so he came back to the walk for about three steps before spinning around to face the opposite direction. I just sat there without doing anything and he stopped and looked back at me like, "Aren't you going to try to turn me around?" Nope. We can stand here allll day if you want to. After a few minutes of gnawing on the bit and giving me the dirty eye, he started running backwards. "Fine. Let's play this game instead!" Go ahead Bobby. We can walk backwards all the way to the barn. He took about 6 or 7 steps before realizing I wasn't going to rise to that naughtiness either. He heaved a massive sigh and turned himself around and we walked back on the buckle. Nipped that in the bud, brat.