An update-non-update here. I’m still around and alive, but just haven’t felt much like blogging.
The boys are doing well. Heat wave #12 just ended (Nay and I took most of the week off to keep from melting). He’s working on his beach ball body. I’m just working. Jiminy and Subi are doing well too.
In riding news, Nay Nay has completely lost his left lead. It’s gone. I’m sure we’ll find it again, but in it’s place is a lovely right lead that requires absolutely zero set up or prep. I ask for the canter and there is a right lead. Go figure? That’s how the left lead used to be. It seems that when I lunge before riding, the left lead returns. When I don’t? We… struggle. So yeah. Saturday I didn’t lunge and it took several attempts to find it. Sunday? I just couldn’t deal so we picked up the canter over a jump… Not what I should be doing, but I couldn’t. When we lunge? It’s usually there more consistently.
My ride Saturday, despite the left lead issues, was actually fabulous. We haven’t jumped much lately, just a few fences here and there, but for whatever reason, I felt brave and Nay was game for whatever I tossed his way. Before I knew it we tackled pretty much everything in the ring and jumped around over the entire course. I mean, why not? Nay’s only rule? No trotting.
Sunday on the other hand… I seem to get intimidated by other horses. We started off with one of the junior hunters who happened to be schooling over a legit course of 3’6″ fences. She WAS nice enough to call out her jumps/course when I asked, but that sort of set me off into a ball of nerves. It’s not that Nay was up or anything or impacted by the jumps, but… When she was done, I lowered everything to a nice 2′-ish height and was joined by 2 others and just could NOT focus. Since we jumped a lot the day before, I planned to just pop over a few things and be done. We did a couple singles and a bending line and were fine and decided to tackle Saturday’s new edition. We made it through the in and then slammed on the breaks at the out. It wasn’t the jump, it was me not providing direction. So I circled back at the trot and Nay said no. So we canter and then I taught him to say no. This was the first legit NO when there was no reason (the last NOs were 100% me saying, I don’t think I actually want to this. This no? Nay decided that he got to decide). Then he decided again that he didn’t want to.
It actually took me THAT freaking long to wake up and ride my horse. I got pissed off, spurred him, and he popped up more than he should have. I actually regretted not having a crop at that moment. BUT, realizing that he was being an ass*, I kicked him hard canter a circle and did not take my leg off or lean forward until he was off the ground… Honestly, he knew exactly what he was doing…
*The popping is what he does when he doesn’t want to get into the trailer. This is NOT acceptable behavior and at this point, one tap of the crop/stick now has him launching into the trailer thanks to a few…discussions…when he pulled some crap a couple months back when he decided that he no longer loaded after all our trailer loading lessons… He occasionally forgets, but quickly remembers. This is the first time that lesson has translated from ground to riding.
Anyway, he landing through in a full change and we did the jump again without hesitation before calling it a day. I realize I created the problem entirely, but it’s nice to know that I can fix my own problems vs just creating them…
The thing with Nay is that he doesn’t stop because of the jumps. He stops because I tell him to stop at the jumps. It appears I need to not do that…
I think Nay and Luna are in discussion about the lack of left lead cantering! Thank GOD this heat is gone, I was not its biggest fan!!
Take away their cell phones!!!
It sounds like you and Nay understand each other very well….
also glad that no ponies melted.
I needed you in my ear yesterday, reminding me of that when I was cursing him out during our lesson… It wasn’t that bad, but he WAS having a temper tantrum about… left lead … and we were working through it.