|How my dogs spent the state holiday.|
He opted to stay home and catch up on some schoolwork, while I headed out to the barn to see Ruby. I was hot and tired and kind of grumpy by this point, and not really in the mood to school in the arena, so I decided a nice cool trail ride would suit my attitude better. Ruby was out in the grazing paddock enjoying the grass, and she apparently didn’t like my idea much – the horse who is never hard to catch decided to rile up her turnout buddy and they did laps around me for a while. Once she had that out of her system and resigned herself for being caught, I tossed her tack on and headed out for a trail ride.
While basically all of my horses will roll in turnout after a bath (or in their stall, or wherever), that’s the first time I’ve ever had one roll in hand before! It caught me off guard for a second, then made me laugh. She was clearly enjoying herself very much! Thankfully that put me in a better mood, because I had to zip back home and then to town to pick up the truck before I could ride Cinna. And at least getting to cruise home on two-lane blacktop with the windows down and radio up feeling the turbo kick helped ease the pain of dropping several hundred dollars on tires.
|Exceedingly graceful, no?|
|Being rewarded with cookies after walking past the goats.|
Between my state of exhaustion and her attitude, I decided to skip braiding (also since I skipped matching things I figured the pictures would never make it onto the internet – I use the photos for training/evaluation purposes and 95% of them never see the light of day haha). I figured on her third straight day of work, we could forgo the lunging and I could climb right on – so I did. And then spent about 10 minutes regretting my life choices, as she decided she was disinclined to acquiesce to ANY of my requests, and spent the time giraffing, jigging, and generally making herself unpleasant. She didn’t seem to notice the goats (who were actively rubbing ON the arena fence while I rode by), but she was like a sugar-high toddler on the verge of a meltdown.
|Dramatic mare is dramatic.|
Although I don’t want her to think she can set the pace of every ride, for whatever reason, on Monday she just had so much energy it was bubbling out everywhere, and continuing to force the issue felt like a sure way to induce an explosion – and while I’ve sat through a few of her shenanigans, I know that if she ever really truly puts her mind to it, I would be eating sand. So to me, it’s smarter to avoid the confrontations by giving her a reasonable outlet – so after a few laps at her best attempt at a walk, I let her trot a lap, and when she still felt edgy, we went ahead and cantered. The first lap or two felt like Mach 10, but then she calmed down and gave me some super nice canter, and then when I asked for the trot, we had what felt like an effortless transition. The ride got better from there, as she continued to channel her energy into working, but let me influence the tempo and speed at each gait.
|Pretty tight in the beginning.|
|Needing to burn some energy.|
|The goats were actively rubbing ON the fence and she didn't even care.|
|Spamming you with trot photos -- #sorrynotsorry|
|I just love her ears in this shot haha.|
|The helicopter that buzzed us the second half of the ride -- she literally didn't notice.|