|When your horse is really naughty, there are only still shots|
It seems like really superfluous advice when the little man started out with a solid twenty minutes of brilliance and connection.
Lucky for me, he also had some anxiety to work through. When I picked up the trot the second time, I had a tense, bracing horse who ran through my right leg and threatened to just lose it if I even thought about getting after him. Interesting. This was the horse that Lins had to ride on Sunday. I haven't really met him before, but it looks like we'll be getting acquainted.
|Unelated photo of how sexy my horse is right now|
Eventually, he gave it up. There was no big explosion, not even a scoot. He just relaxed his back and let himself bend and took a couple of deep breaths. I patted him and we cooled out walking through his field on the buckle.
This is what I love about being an ammy in a low key environment. There's no pressure or goals or shows or anything. He and I can set the schedule and if we need to slow down and take our time, that's totally ok. Courage needs to figure out that this life is a-ok and if there's anything I'm the best at, it's going slow and making things easy.