It started out well enough:
|we hopped a little log on the trail|
|looked into the sunset together|
|had a nice cruise around the fields|
|Lucy wanted to RUN. I said no. She was annoyed.|
|but overall she was listening well.|
|she was moving great thanks to the hoof boots|
Then I asked her to trot up a little embankment and things got a little nutty:
|we trotted up and across the little hill, and on the opposite side she pricked her|
ears at something off in the distance, arched her neck, and then...
|off we went! here I am whispering sweet nothings into her ear..NOT|
|I was beginning to think we'd been cast in the War Horse sequel and no one|
|or maybe Lucy had been cast as Tigger in a Winnie the Pooh movie.|
|Just like Tigger says, Lucy was so happy she felt like bouncing!|
|more sweet nothing aka words I cannot mention on a public blog|
|looking back at my friend like, did you just SEE THAT?!|
|when I recovered, we tried again. how's this for defensive riding position?|
|she was pretty good. she tried to get a bit silly but I told her to knock it off|
in my most growl-y tiger-like voice.
|then she got a pat, though I secretly wanted to smack her right upside the head.|
|I was a bit in shock still here, I think|
|then I got off and hand walked her all the way home|
She was not trying to get me off. She was exuberant, feeling good, feeling very sound and happy to be out. Still, this was 100% UNACCEPTABLE. Rearing, in my opinion, is NEVER ok. I was caught way off guard and I am beyond happy that my heels have this ridiculous defense mechanism of locking when they need to keep me anchored into the saddle.
Thank you to my childhood hunt seat trainer for developing excellent heel position.
I lunged the snot out of her today, and she went in a bit for the first time since she injured her mouth. Everything's completely healed and she clearly needed something to think about. I put her in a Herm Sprenger KK jointed snaffle and she did really well. Tomorrow I will lunge again and then ride.