The hysterics continued in yesterday's ride. He came out a little stiff to start, no doubt from all the frantic flailing he's been doing lately. I put him through a lot of transitions to lighten him up for warm up--a few steps of walk, a few steps of trot, repeat; trot, halt, rein back, trot; lengthen and shortening through all three gaits; and so on. We even did some shallow leg yield zig zags both directions!
He never got upset or anxious through any this, and then we moved on to the canter. It was fine...until he'd randomly decide to throw in a rodeo horse buck before carrying on like nothing had happened. He pulled that stunt a couple times each direction, and I was like, "Whelp. At least I know why he's acting out this time. He must have thrown out his hips after the chiro appointment while flinging himself into solid objects."
I was pretty angry, to be honest. I'd just dropped almost $100 on getting him sorted out physically, and I was sure he'd undone all that in the space of one weekend.
For no fucking reason.
|arthur says peace, love, snuggles, and cat treats, bobby.|
just be chill, man.
I gave him a nice long walk break before picking up the trot again. I didn't have a difficult agenda planned. I wanted Bobby to work on shortening and lengthening his trot. Maybe a circle thrown in if we had to avoid the lesson rider, but no "crazy" lateral work.
It didn't matter. Bobby would pick a spot, any spot, pick the slightest shift in my seat or no change at all, and just straight up lose his shit.
BM, who was teaching, was just as exasperated as I was. I told her I thought he might be out behind, so she had me walk and trot him away from and to her several times before shaking her head. "He's traveling as straight as a rod. If he's out, it's so subtle it's not showing up at all."
Lesson rider went to one half of the ring to work on getting her horse off the forehand at the trot, so Bobby and I stuck to the other half to work on stretching out at the trot and just chilling the fuck out. He'd have a minor spaze every time he came around one corner tracking right, but I'd just half halt him and he'd get over it for the rest of the circle.
To the left, he was totally chill, so after a couple minutes, I asked him to come back up and work a little higher before calling it quits for the day. He was fine for one lap before turning in for the second and exploding into dramatics.
BM and lesson rider had just finished and were like, "What the actual fuck is wrong with your horse? He was just going around perfectly!"
I was over it.
I gave him two solid whacks across the butt cheek with Mr Tappy turned Mr "Get the fuck over yourself right this fucking second I am SO done with your shit". He threw up his head and threatened to go all the way up so I wailed him in the sides with my legs and he went.
And he went just fine, He trotted off totally normal. We did three big circles with a great, uphill trot before I let him walk, and he cooled out on the buckle totally chill.
|new breastplate debut. i still want to tweak the fit a bit.|
BM told me he was lucky to have me as a rider because I had way more patience than he deserved. She said if he kept pulling that shit daily with her, she'd throw him outside and wouldn't be able to look at him for a week. She thinks he needs to develop a work ethic.
Honestly? That kind of actually correlates to what Trainer told me when Bobby was throwing a fit about moving his haunches over: I've grown accustomed to his evasions, and I play right into them.
BM's advice was to start thinking about tough love. I'm hesitant to engage in Bobby's fits, but something's got to change here. The attitude is getting ridiculous.
|unlike arthur's attitude. all snuggles all the time.|