Today, while riding through the “good” track (“good” means there are puddles here and there, but no quicksand or python-infested marshes that the track crew is aware of) I found myself riding through an admirable impression of a capriole. And as the filly soared gracefully through the air, threw in the kick at the end, landed, and then gathered herself up for another pop, I found myself – not doing anything.
I barely told her ‘no.’
I am not sure I even paused in posting.
Her foray sent her mouth against my hands, my hands never moved, and thus won, she stopped the high school dressage, and went on jogging around the track. She never made another silly move.
And I thought (because when you’re jogging a horse, it’s just thinking time. It’s like mucking out stalls – your time is your own) since when does that NOT freak me out?
If a horse of mine had done that while I was out in the dressage ring, I would have had a fit.
Why did the horse do that? Is there a problem? Something must be wrong. She must be hurting somewhere. The saddle is pinching. It doesn’t fit correctly. I need a new saddle.I need a custom saddle. I need a saddle-fitting expert to come to the barn. I need a second (third, fourth) job to pay for the custom saddle. Clearly I can’t ride her anymore. Let me dismount here and walk back to the barn. Oh at this rate we’ll never canter!
Damn, filly feels good. “Knock it off, filly.” Back to daydreaming.