|random one of my old man, because he doesn't know he's old!|
|hiding out from the storm!|
|what a mess....... and my jumps were blown all over/broken|
and i had half a tree in my driveway
But anyways! Saturday I had a migraine from the time I woke up. But it was cool and there was almost no humidity so not to ride would have been a sin. So I slapped on the dressage tack again. Here is where all the signals gets mixed.
I started out by asking Twister to move forward off my leg on a loose rein. I wanted him to stretch and warm up. As he warmed up I started to ask him to be on the aids and stop hollowing out. If I push him to stay forward he tries to break into a canter. When I half-halt because he's trying to jump into the canter, he wants to stop. When I ask for a walk and squeeze to push him into a nice, swinging walk he starts to jig like a big horse in the paddock at Churchill. If I half-halt and ask him to WALK he wants to die out. I can't get anything consistent to save my life.
|I <3 canters that aren't me being dragged on the forehand!|
|rippling butt muscles during a nice moment of lifted, round trot|
Sunday, I let Twister jump. Sort of his consolation prize for all the dressage work. I used the hackamore. Sometimes I like to give his mouth a break by getting out of it. What I don't like is how he puts his whole freaking face into the bridle and powers on like a charging buffalo.
|guy on a buffalooOOOOOoooo|
Other than that though, he was pretty good. I had to get after him to pick his damn head up and lift to the jump instead of hurtle in on his forehead which leads to an awkward jump. And I figured out that I can use my tripod (that I totally forgot I had) to get even better videos in which to take sills from! Wooo!
|duh. i could have been doing this for a year a now.|
|after i got after him to not come in with his head below his withers....|
|2ft seems so tiny and boring now!|
|he still isn't a fan of any blue barrel jump.....|