There may have also been ulterior motives too... That whole discussion of the work we put into our horses, and the rewards we hope to reap (in this case, a happy sound horse returned to competition) is exactly the type of stuff I love to write about here. And exactly the content I have none of right now. Le sigh.
I'd be lying if I said that the current state of my riding affairs isn't disappointing. It is what it is tho and forward is the only answer.
|chestnut on the left *mauled* me coming in for breakfast when the dark bay got too close. but after breakfast? they're back to being BFFs. fucking horses.|
|finally conquered the goblins in this field|
Doubly luckily, Isabel has finally proved that she can school in our nice big upper field like a normal goddamn horse. Long time readers may recall that I've mentioned offhandedly that this field is haunted or something. We've basically never been able to accomplish anything other than a borderline-out-of-control hand gallop up there.
Now, tho? Isabel will actually put in an honest flat school. Good mare. Even if our "flat schools" mostly consist of our approximation of stretchy work at all three gaits in an attempt to build back strength lol. Not very flashy but hopefully maybe productive?
|so green it practically looks tropical!|
Trails are cool tho. They make me feel like we did something. And Isabel enjoys it. We like zipping along the fence lines and she especially likes stopping every five steps for another mouthful of grass (I dutifully reached up to undo the flash on our last ride as it was clearly impeding her progress.... maybe I should just ditch the schooling altogether and only ride in the snackamore?).
As it is tho, one nice jump school is not enough to erase the memory of three shitastic and miserable shows in a row. Oh well.
|more horse statues!|