When I start feeling that way, I know that I am in need of a lesson and not because Chemaine will stroke my ego with fake compliments and feel good chit-chat. Instead, I know that she will have the solution for getting me unstuck. Yesterday, she waved her magic wand, cast a few spells, and pulled a pretty decent dressage horse and rider from her top hat.
There was no screaming, whirling, or obnoxious behavior. Best friend said he looked like a good old quarter horse. I tacked him up without any issues, and we ambled up to the ring. I got on, and then we did a walk warm up with almost zero jigging. I was ready to pack him up and head back home right then, no lesson needed - mission accomplished.
The last time we met, we worked on packaging Izzy up by thinking "Piaffe." The idea was to get him super round and soft while still making him work. That has worked like a charm. He now knows that with super deep and round comes stretching down. We were able to get right to work without needing to get his attention first.
Each time I take him somewhere, he learns something new and his confidence grows. We have two shows coming up this month, and I can't wait to see what we accomplish. Before long, I am going to have a horse who can handle the show environment with courage and poise.
When he takes one of these huge steps forward, I have to pinch myself and ask: "Izzy" really mine? How did I get so lucky?