|best freewalk he ever did|
|adorable old bat|
She's 23 now, but she's still an old bat, just like she always was. She's 15.2, short-necked,. short-coupled, and so balanced. I had a fun ride on her. She still has a ton of buttons (that I put on, back in the day) and she still is a hopeless curl-er who will never take a real contact.
At her age, you just learn to roll with it.
And then I hopped on Courage and tried to put a dressage ride together.
It felt strongly reminiscent of my old red man. Like, eerily so. I think part of it was just the contrast with the ol' bat (because she is THAT SHORT).
There were some near-disastrous machinations by another horse while I was up, and I literally had to kick Courage into a trot to get out of the way off a loose horse careening towards us.
I never had to pick up the reins.
Because that's the kind of horse he is. I know this is weird to some of you, but I've always thought that Courage came to me for a very specific reason. He is his own horse and he's not ever going to be Cuna, but every once in a while, he reminds me of the red fellow so strongly.
That's when I know this is right.