Like yesterday. Ostensibly, we were working on "rhythm". Basically that means whenever he fusses, I kick instead of pull and we just go forward. I generally try to keep his head down (because muscle development), but I don't really do a lot with the contact. In fairness, I think most of my instructors would say I don't do much with the contact anyways.
|Yeah, that teeny tiny dark spot. It's a hoofprint. His. Hoofprint.|
My Brain: ALERT! Strange footing! Recommend alter course to avoid going over.
My Body: Meh. What could happen.
Courage: LEAP STRAIGHT INTO THE AIR LIKE A GOOD JUMP JUMP HORSE COURAGE WILL SAVE THE DAY
My Brain: WTF WE ARE STILL IN THE MIDDLE
My Body: Meh
Courage: LEAP AGAIN JUST TO BE SURE AIR TIME IS THE BEST TIME
|Dirty being a relative term|
At least he can leap in a good rhythm, I guess. Bonus points? Lins might say we wouldn't have had that problem if he was on the bit and working.
I say it means too much dressage.