Whoops - been a bit of a lapse in my updates - but there's also been a bit of a lapse in his training. He's been thoroughly enjoying life as a fat pasture pet.
Today, it was time to earn his keep, instead of just eating his way through my bank account...., so I also thought I may as well test out the new western saddle I bought (I always ride English) ... So, I am officially vertically challenged, it's been confirmed haha. Even on the highest stirrup holes, my feet were barely touching the bars of the stirrup.
He wasn't too sure about the whole western saddle thing. We set off - walk walk kick, walk walk hump.. I stopped to check everything was okay; not too tight, nothing dangling where it shouldn't be; no annoying flies etc etc .... But that was all he did, and were were then on our way without further incident ... I assume because he's so used to the English saddle, that the western one was feeling a wee bit strange. (Strange for me too - how the hell do westerns riders 'feel' what's happening under them?!)... Bit like riding a nice comfy armchair, hehe.
We went for a small meander down the road and back and then did some work in the arena, and some work in hand.... On our approach to the arena, I noticed the property owner had set up one of those fluro coloured kiddies play tents, and thought to myself "this'll be interesting".... About 25m away, the ears and head go up, and we start the snorts.... About 10m away, we stop dead. I ask him to move forward..... "Noooooo way mum. There are gremlins in that thar tent, and they are going to eat me" ... I asked him to move forward again, and at 8m, we stop, then do a very prompt pivot on the hindquarters and weeee arrrre outta there.... So we go back again, nice and slowly, at at 5m he says "You're not listening Mum!! There are gremlins in there and we gotta go, NOW".... we again do a nifty spin and we where quickly off again in the opposite direction of the tent of death... At that point, I hopped off and led him to it, to show him it was fine... He soon discovered that no gremlins were there, popped it with his lips, bit still kept a weary eye on it incase the gremlins came back! He did the rest of our work under saddle without incident, but we did have to look at it everytime we went past. Just incase Mum. Juuuuust incase!
There's going to be a reining clinic held at the property shortly - I was thinking to myself after that; maybe we can go afterall!! hehe.
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Best I start working him more often (curse you day-job for getting in the way of my saddletime!) - he was huffing and puffing over what I'd consider a very minor workout.... It seems I own a very rare, heavily shedding winter coat, grey land whale ;o) .. he he
No pictures today :( But there's another session on the cards for him again tomorrow so I'll see if I can get some good ones.
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