|the bad boy halter|
Then right when I was like "I AM SELLING THIS G******** F****** COW", I got an email with clinic times.
What the hell, right?
The clinician has seen our more um... interesting? Facebook pictures and so when it was time for our ride, she asked me about the fireworks.
I did my best to explain it.
Courage must have thought I did an insufficient job, because he gave her a solid demonstration.
|when a horse takes a selfie|
So that was upsetting.
Then came Sunday's ride.
Well no. Then I showed up for Sunday's ride and Courage was turned out and basically he galloped around his field for 15 minutes while biting, kicking, and charging at his vastly-more-cooperative herdmates.
|I'm sure being tired didn't hurt|
We mostly worked on my position relative to him (we are both too still--I need to move around/stay loose to encourage him to do the same). And we worked on his not turning right. And some transitions.
And none of it was mind blowing, but he stuffed most of his brain back in his head and was almost entirely reasonable. Reasonable to the point that the clinician was like "I really have no idea what your problem is", but she definitely helped make us better that day sooooo whatever that comes out to.
All of this leads me to the grand conclusion that I need more lessons. And/or I need to cancel the schooling show+sleepaway camp I scheduled for him this week. And/or I need to get over myself and get out there. And/or I have absolutely no clue.