The arena is back to being 3 inches deep in mud, so I took Izzy over to the bubble again this afternoon. I thought it would be great; the sun was shining, another horse was going with us, she seemed pretty happy... Ha. HAHAHA. Nope, on the way over some horses in a neighbor's pasture decided to gallop around and snort at Izzy. I swear she grew a foot as she pranced and snorted back at them.
I finally got her off the road and through the gate. As we walked down the aisle next to the Bubble, we could intermittently hear a horse blowing off steam on the lunge line inside. Apparently that was also terrifying. Izzy pranced and snorted her way to the claustrophobic box, then absolutely refused to go inside. It took five minutes to get her in, thirty minutes of lunging once she was in to get her brain sort of back, and about five minutes of riding for me to realize that I was not going to accomplish anything today.
No worries. We'll be back at it tomorrow.