Friday's body clip signaled the end of our past four-ish weeks of loafing around and the return to real work. We celebrated Monday by having a legitimate jump school, and then spent the next two days doing dressage.
But really it was just like riding in my dressage saddle while trying to get Bobby to chill the fuck out and lighten the fuck up.
On Tuesday, it was in the seventies so we went up to the outdoor to ride. He was lovely at the walk. Super relaxed and soft, listening, yada yada. Then BO and S came up for a lesson and Bobby instantly lost all focus. That's fine though. Riding with other horses that Bobby thinks are his besties is good practice for shows where he loses focus over literally everything.
His trot work was alright. Alright for the first real outdoor dressage school after a break I guess. But his canter was strung out and quick. He kept channeling his zoomies towards the jumps which means I had to keep pulling him off of them....which means he got mad that I was ruining his life and just got more tense.
I tried to channel all his forward energy into good things by employing a lot of sitting trot, but I mostly just made my core sing me sad songs. However, we were able to finish up with a few laps of really nice stretchy trot. That's something I'll always take because Bobby sucks at stretching down.
|"hi. i help you with your pictures."|
The next day we were sentenced to the indoor by rain. Bobby's girlfriend was getting ridden at the same time so that was a good excuse to be kind of a dick. Then, just at we started trotting, L pulled in with her mare on the trailer.
Nothing makes Bobby lose focus like a horse trailer in the parking lot. He couldn't stop staring at it and the horse on it. He was heavy, tense, distracted, and pulling my fucking arms out. It didn't help that L finished tacking up and came in to longe.
Oh. Now you remember who L is, right? THE ONE WHO FUCKING LONGES HER MARE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING NO MATTER HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE IN IT AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO.
THE ONE WITH NO FUCKING SPACIAL AWARENESS OR ARENA MANNERS.
So L's mare has zero interest in moving (Obviously why she was being longed. I mean, wait. What?), so L proceeded to cluck and kiss and snap the longe line to get her moving. Bobby was all, "Hell to the no."
|dumb and cuter. you decided which is which in this picture.|
I ended up parking him in a corner until she was done because I couldn't get Bobby's brain while she was doing her own thing. Did I get an acknowledgement of my existence, let alone of the fact that I had stopped doing my own work so she could longe her fucking mare?
Nope. Not a word.
Once she was done, I snuck in a few quick laps of trot each way while she bridled her horse before I left the ring.
I can't even with this lady. Part of me feels like I'm overreacting wanting to say something, but another part of me is like THIS IS COMMON COURTESY. Would it kill you to ask if it was okay to longe? If there was a part of the arena that would be out of the way to do it in? If you should wait five fucking minutes for the other people to finish their work?
He has today off then he'll do something tomorrow. I'm hoping I can get Hubby out for some new media this weekend.