I got off and did a trot in hand, but I couldn't find anything specific so I chalked it up to being off the playing field for so many days. It has been nearly two weeks since he was asked to work.
After goofing off for a few minutes trying to figure out if he was lame or not, I finally tossed in the worry towel and asked him to get in front of my leg. Presto! Problem solved. All of a sudden he was balanced, and moving out really nicely.
I didin't want to over do it so we worked briefly on leg yielding, 10-meter half circles, and some trot lengthenings. I can't say they were any good, but Speedy loves trying them which gives me the giggles. We might not have had everything together, but we certainly had fun.
I untacked him in the arena, which I do quite frequently, to let him roll and get a drink. In stead of taking care of business, he found a feed pan left out from when my barn owner had turned her horse out earlier. He worked that for quite a some time while I put my tack away.
But then, as I hoped he wouldn't, Speedy gave a loud snort, launched into a bucking fit and kicked up his heels. I grabbed my halter and caught him before he could do too much racing around. He's just now back to sound so I didn't think ripping around the arena was the best idea.
My lead ropes are all quite long, so I jogged and cantered him around with a long lead rope. He enjoyed himself immensely, but all the while I was praying it wasn't too much wildness too soon.
Like I said yesterday, I can only do what I can do, the rest is out of my control. He had a lot of pent-up energy that daily walks was just not taking care of. Packing him back into his stall and paddock would have been like trying to re-cork a bottle of champagne.
Worrying about things just doesn't do any good. If he's still sound today, we'll work, if not, we'll go back to trail riding. Things always work out in the end.