Yes, Lucy occasionally lets her freak flag fly, but then there are days like today when I arrive at the barn, pull her out of her paddock, tack up and head out on an hour long trail ride after she had a couple days off, and without lunging first.
Recipe for disaster? Or opportunity for an amazing ride?
We weaved through the trees, trotted along the trails, and cantered through the fields. It was an hour of wandering around, forgetting about drama and remembering how to enjoy myself. Lucy was forward but not bonkers, and she was alert but not scary. She did have one good-sized spook when some dogs came around a sharp turn in the trail and were running around her, but I can't blame her because they scared me too! They weren't doing anything bad but I will be more cautious about sharp turns in the trail in the future.
When we returned to the barn, I spent some extra time grooming her to perfection, and I clipped her legs and bridle path. She was looking quite lovely by the time I put her in her stall for the night.