|photo credits to Barbara Livingston and Victor Espinoza's FB page|
Friday: Did a dressage school. Twister did NOT want to horse. It was like I was riding with my legs cut off. And once I finally got him listening to my reattached legs he got so heavy and did not want to pick his freaking face up and put his ass under him. It was exhausting. So I did what I should know by now is never the freaking answer.... and I bitted up. I put the baucher in his mouth and lost all my power steering. Da fuq. And no matter what I do, even when he is on the aids and in front of my leg, Twister hollows out and resists the downward transition so bad. I think Carly is probably right and I need to have the chiropractor out to work on him. Something is definitely bugging him and I don't think it's ALL a training issue. Maybe 50-50. I don't want to have the chiro out so close to a show so right after I'll call and make an appointment. We finished the day by hacking down the road with E.
|this is how he feels about|
dressage and different bits
|very balanced little cutie.|
love watching my person on a horse :)
When I was in highschool I'd jump anything, I didn't worry about the size. After hardly jumping for 5 years or so, anything over 2' gets me nervous. After today I'm like "that's not too big! what am I worrying about!?"