|hey, do you have any carrots?|
Earlier in the week we had a glorious day of sun with temperatures in the high teens (Celcius). As I worked in my home office I could see the horses out basking in the sun. When my work day was over I quickly changed and headed out to enjoy the end of day sun. Carmen felt really mellow. Like really mellow. In the ring she could barely put one hoof in front of the other.
I don't mind quiet but this was verging on the ridiculous. We were going around the ring and I was trying to create energy without getting into an argument. We were going down the long side in what can only be described as a western jog when she gave a spook and began to canter towards the gate.
Me: YES, let's go
Carmen: EEEK... wait, what?
Me: let's canter away
Carmen: I don't think that it was that scary
Me: oh yes, it was terrible. All fangs and scales.
Carmen: that trot was nice or we could stop
Me: no WE MUST FLEE.
Carmen: BUT I DON'T WANT TO
Me: sure, better safe than sorry I always say
Carmen: no you don't. You NEVER say that
Me: Sure I do. Remember? Anyway the answer is to go fast and save our lives!
Carmen: I hate you right now
After that we had a pretty good ride. The next time we went by that spot she looked at it
Me: should we flee again?
Carmen: nope, I'm good.
That was the last day and really nice weather. The next day was sunny but blustery and cold.
|nothing like the wind up your tail|
Saturday was quiet and cloudy. Carmen was definitely more forward and a bit spooky but nothing major and we had some great work. She was a bit tight and the work focussed on getting her to stretch over her back and use her core. I could feel her starting to let go and understand the stretching out felt good.
That afternoon I made some cupcakes as the rain/snow came down. OMG, they were so good- rich and chocatey and, frankly, dangerous. I had some frozen Bailey's Irish Cream buttercream frosting and I used that instead.
I am enjoying the quiet pace, but perhaps not as much as Carmen.
|Carmen's life goals right here|