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(I had already posted Thursday but decided to repost it with all the other days instead of making seperate posts.)
Last week I had my last break of the school year for Easter, a 5 day weekend. I rode 3 days of the break and went to the barn for another day to watch and take pictures of my dad and Beau. It was certainly an interesting weekend!
|Gotta rep for South Farm|
My ride on Thursday was all about gaining confidence again, as I hadn't ridden in quite a while. We rode inside, as it was off and on raining and chillier than I wanted.
As I was grooming him, he was kicking the tack stall walls, pawing and generally misbehaving, so I decided to take him down to the indoor arena and lunge him to get all his wiggles out. On the way down he went full racehorse mode, jogging beside me and spooking at random times. Once I got him down to the arena, I had barely clipped on the lunge line when he exploded out away from me (thankfully he knows better than to run towards me). I let him run around for a while until he calmed down.
I opened the door to take him back up to tack up and guess who decided to spook again? My lovely idiot. At least I think I figured out what was making him grumpy, as there was a water spout that was going full blast on side of the barn. I let him graze as I turned it off to turn it into a good experience, then took him back to tack up!
Before I tacked, I borrowed a drill from the guy who was working on the water pipes to desensitize Beau, who did well with it (I just let him smell it and let him get accustomed to the sound). After I walked him back down to the arena, I lunged him again (he did well) and popped on.
Our ride was all about letting me get confident on his crazy butt again, which means I did a lot of walking, serpentines, and bending. After I was comfortable at the walk (probably about 15-20 minutes), I took him up to the trot, did a bunch of bending and serpentines, and discovered that he was going very well! I finished with a very small amount of nice canter and was happy with that!
I also popped out to the tack store near us to pick up tack cleaner, sponges, and a lunge line. Our lunge line had apparently snapped (how??), and I like having a colorful, cotton lunge line that I can see in the arena dust. Our tack was disgusting, as I hadn't cleaned it in months so I needed some sponges to do that and I spotted the Lexol 3-in-1, which I wanted to try (let me know if you want a review!).
Friday was a fun day for us! It was a beautiful day outside, and I decided that we needed to ride in the outdoor. It was our second ride outside this year, and as our first ride was the one where Beau dumped me, I wasn't feeling the most confident about it.
|s p a r k l e|
I hopped on and spent a good amount of time warming him up, walking him around the entire ring, especially the area where he spooked the last time. After I knew he didn't care about the things outside the ring, I pushed him up into the trot. My focus at the trot was to keep him in front of my leg and bending. He was annoyingly wobbly (or I was overcorrecting, who knows?), but he listened well and we ended with a pretty good trot.
As we were working on the trot, another horse left the ring, which I was worried about, as he used to care a lot about that, but he actually did really well and continued paying attention. I kept working on the trot, doing lots of circles and big serpentines. My plan for this ride was to keep him 1) paying attention, 2) in front of my leg, and 3) bending and stretching. I was so proud as he did all three, really well.
|Throwback (dat giraffe face, tho)|
I ended my canter work and walked him out for half a lap before hopping off and unsaddling him to get back on bareback to cool him out. I haven't ridden bareback in a while and he is definitely much more couch and much less giant spine!
This ride was weird because everything I got was the opposite of what I expected. I expected his right canter to be worse than his left, nope. I expected him to react to the horse leaving, nope. I expected him to have some "spring fever," nope.
It just goes to show that you can't expect anything with horses, and that adaptability is important in working with them.
Saturday was actually my dad's day to ride. He hadn't ridden all week either (much thanks to our leaser for keeping Beau from going stir-crazy), so he was due. So, I grabbed my camera and prepped to play the part of the daughter-groom.
Beau was...hyper....to say the least.
|He doesn't look crazy, does he?|
Dad was right. He hopped on, and Beau was good at the walk but very "look-y" at everything in the indoor (it was supposed to rain). As soon as he went up to the trot, Beau was in the "ooh-look-at-me-I-can-still-go-fast" stage. He wasn't being bad, per say, just fast. Fast equals hard to get to go forward (forward is not the same as speed), hard to bend, and generally hard to work with.
|Baby jump, big hops!|
|Ughh blurry, but major hops!|
|My Bubba is such a cutie!|
Easter - no riding!
Monday was not the day I was expecting. I really wanted to jump, as I hadn't in months, but, alas, it was not meant to be.
|He must lick my hand at all times.|
|Bump = splint|
|Old pic but still cute|
Enjoy riding, smile, and have fun!