Tough luck, Bobby!
|getting to graze after yesterday's ride.|
BM took over and did something to horribly offend Bobby. Who knows what it was. She probably blinked one too many times. I mean, really. It was a completely uncalled for tantrum and BM went after him for it. That, of course, pissed him off even more and they had their own go-round before getting back on level ground.
Things were not looking up for cart time at this point, and then his girth broke. BM dug up two more--one too small, and the other one whose buckles were too small to fit in the straps of the saddle. So I went down and borrowed Artie's fancy girth and, ten minutes later, we were back in business. BM worked with him a little more without any monumental blowups and we were ready for hitching.
|being good for bm.|
His front legs slowly started to buckle and he went halfway down. BM and I just stood there and let him crouch in this obviously uncomfortable position for as long as he wanted. The split second his shifted to stand back up, BM asked him to walk on and he got huge praise when he did. See, Bobby? Isn't walking way more fun than being a dick?
We kept telling him what a good boy he was all the way around and he didn't try any naughtiness. Once in awhile he would stop and look like he was going to try something, but we'd let him stand there and praise him like he was doing exactly what we wanted before asking him to walk on again. This worked so well for him. Was he being a little bit of a brat by stopping when he wasn't supposed to? Yes. But because we weren't fighting him over it, he was totally willing to walk on when asked again.
Eventually, things were going so well that we stopped to pick up a passenger BM named Cooper--one of the tires used as fill for jumps. Bobby stood like a rock as BM threw Cooper in the cart and then walked right off when asked. We repeated the praise for halting when he stopped and more praise when he walked on and he didn't once throw a fit. After two laps each way with Cooper catch riding, we ditched our passenger and Bobby trotted right off with his lighter load.
We ended on that note and got him unhitched, driven back down to the barn, and halted in front the barn doors without him dancing around. Smart pony!
We're definitely going to do it again tomorrow, and he'll get Friday off for sure. Pony Pants has worked hard this week!