On my last post Linda shared her trainers belief that if you leave something solid the horse will pick it right back up after a break. And she's right. I have been able to ride a few times since getting back and it's proving itself to be true.
My plan with Quaid was to review everything before riding for the first time this year. I told myself to not push and it was okay if it took a couple weeks/ multiple sessions before he felt ready. It took literally 4 sessions. I probably could have got on during the third session but it was cold and windy and I decided to not. But when I got on it was literally no big deal. He stood very still and seemed to be saying 'finally'.
his forelock is out of control |
Quaid is going to be 5 this year and I've been seeing some signs of feistiness. I've been expecting some 'you're not the boss of me'. He got a little resistant earlier this week. When we were walking up to the ring he kept wanting to graze and got a little pissed off when I wouldn't let him. Then during our ride he protested going past the gate after a bit. Nothing major, just baby horse stuff. Yesterday I was doing groundwork and he was really relaxed so I took off his halter to put on his bridle and he pulled away and started running around the ring playing 'can't catch me' .
I was annoyed but not. If that makes any sense. Most of my annoyance was directed at me for not recognising that he wasn't fully engaged in the groundwork. On the other hand I had the sense of 'ah there it is' and I'd much rather deal with this on the ground than in the saddle. After he had careened around and got his sillies out I was able to go up to him and put the halter back on and we did more ground work. Then I got on and we went to work. It was our longest session but he was really good under saddle.
let me break up this wall of text with the most adorable photo of Cordelia and Raven sharing a moment |
Quaid has definitely grown and feels more substantial when I'm riding. The stuff that was solid when we stopped is right there and the stuff that wasn't is still wobbly. I need to make sure that I don't keep thinking he's still a baby and treat him like a horse.
I have left her largely unblanketed this winter and she has learned to love the mud. Sigh. |
Such a good girl |