|safety first, kids!|
Dear weather: take your 110f and go somewhere else. No one wants you here.
It's been fun, though. All the work and effort we put in to showing this past month really helped Coruage grow up and understand his job. He feels a little different to sit on. I mean, it's not a huge distinction, but now I call him a confirmed training level horse.
More than that though, the fact that we did all this together has really changed the way I ride him.
His saddle is starting to feel like "home" for me, if you know what that means. Like I climb on and hack on the buckle and I don't care that he's tense and threatening to be stupid because he's my horse and I know him and I know I can ride what he throws at me.
And I think that confidence on my end transfers over to him.
|because pulling makes stretchy trot better|
He's had some bodywork and time off and we're ready to start putting things back together, hopefully in time for one more go at training level before fall. We're going back to the facility where I almost got dumped last time, but that doesn't really bother me.
We've got this.