Izzy is HUGELY sensitive to my mood, so if I am stressed, he's stressed. If I am rushed, he rushes. If I am relaxed, it's much easier to get him to relax. So, I took a deep breath and forced myself to slow the heck down.
As we were doing our walking warm up, the vet came driving by from the south end of the property. We don't see cars come from that direction very often. I cringed inwardly hoping this wasn't the end of my quiet, relaxing ride as that's the kind of distraction that knocks Izzy's brain loose.
To my complete joy, Izzy barely glanced at the truck and kept working. As it turned out, the vet idled his truck while chatting with the ranch owner at the gate end of the arena for the rest of my ride. Izzy didn't put a foot out of place. He worked hard and completely ignored the distraction.
Oh, how I love Good Moments!