I had a lesson on Monday evening where Izzy threw a forty-five minute temper tantrum. It was actually kind of funny, and I found myself laughing at his antics. Even JL had to grin at the noises he was making.
I am not sure what set him off as he's been working really nicely for me. I suspect it had something to do with JL simply being there. Each time she's been in the middle of the ring, Izzy's had to work a little bit harder.
Somehow, he got secret papers informing him that his mission for the day was to avoid the contact in any way possible. My mission was to be right there with him for every single stride. I won.
When he flung his head from side to side, I kept the reins taut without any loops. When he curled under, I widened my hands so that he couldn't get a loop in the reins that way either. When he got light up front or tried to charge forward, I turned him into the circle and sent him forward with my outside leg.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Add in lots of groans, grunts, squeals, and snorting, too. By the time we finished up with a marching walk, my arms were over-cooked spaghetti.
Izzy does not give me the feeling that he wants to bolt or rear. He's crabbing sideways and hopping up, but I don't think he has it in him to be a total jackass; he's too lazy, and that is all too much work. On the flip side, I am also a far better rider than I was before I got Sydney. That horse taught me a lot about channeling a horse forward without putting on the brakes and using the gas pedal at the same time.
I felt good about our work on Monday while I was riding, but by yesterday, I was feeling disappointed. Baby horses are hard work, and I had forgotten that. We have another lesson this evening. We'll see if Izzy is a quick learner or if he's a bit slow on the uptake. I am hoping he sees JL standing there and thinks long and hard about being naughty.