After Opie gave me his perfect, quiet, clean, non-anticipatory change the day after the Janet Foy clinic, we did a couple rides over fences to prepare for the weekend's show, and then got back to dressage work yesterday. I'd been working on the changes every single ride before then so it wouldn't become A Thing, and that did seem to be working. I didn't think taking a week off from that nonstop exposure would be a big deal. I mean, this horse KNOWS what a fucking change is. Despite his best attempts to convince the world otherwise, he KNOWS how to do them.
Obviously I was very wrong though.
I've very rarely been scared on that back of a horse. I get show nerves, I get in my own head, but I'm not like, "Oh shit, that was fucking scary."
Wow, thanks, Opie. That changed yesterday when I literally yelled out loud, "Holy shit, you're going to KILL US."
Warm up was a little all over the place as he forgot he knew how to half pass and we had to reintroduce that for whatever reason. Fortunately all I had to do was keep patiently asking with the same kindergarten aids and he eventually realized he knew what to do. That out of the way, on to the canter.
The "changes" right away were complete nutter shit. Launching into the air or sucking back so I couldn't ask because I had to focus on getting him straight again or just going forward period. Then the launching turned completely excessive, to the point where he was jumping so high into the air he was losing his balance and landing in a giant heap with no care to where his body parts were.
At one point he flung himself into the air with no thought to a change, so I did what I always do and opened up my rein to pull him onto a circle to stay on the lead he didn't change from, but he ducked out and launched again which almost put us into the wall--well, my head into the wall/metal support beam and his front end behind the kickboard. I managed to yank him around at the last second and instead we both almost went down on our sides because he was so busy being in A RAGE that he didn't care what his body was doing or where it was landing.
That's when I got scared, and I got off. Jumping through the changes--while extra and needs to be corrected--is not the same as flinging yourself blindly through the air.
I went and got the draw reins as those do seem to keep him earthbound. Then we proceeded to stay on a circle for the rest of the ride. True canter to walk to counter canter to change--that worked best, and I made sure to reward the shit out of him every time he changed (and they were clean, quiet, on the ground changes). But the second we deviated from the circle, no matter what the intent, he went feral again.
We ended up spending almost an hour in the canter working through this bullshit while I doubted every single move I made. BM couldn't get a clean change on him, and she could barely walk me through them over multiple lessons. Maybe this horse just won't be able to do Third because this one movement is out of reach for him.
EXCEPT IT'S NOT.
GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, HE KNOWS THEM. HE CAN DO THEM. THEY'RE WITHIN HIS WHEELHOUSE.
I just don't know how to get it through his head that they're not a big deal. Do the change correctly, you get candies and stretchies and petties and told you're the best boy ever. Don't do them and we keep going until you do no matter how many insane evasions you try.
Right now I guess I go back to the every single ride we do them. From now until eternity if that's what it takes to get them to stick in his head.
Today was freezing rain/ice pellets and I was soaked to the bone after taking care of the barn, so I put him in the sliding reins for the first time and we had a really good w/t/c longe that he did a lot of stretching for which I'm sure felt good after yesterday's work out.
Tomorrow we go back to work.











