With that said, that does not mean I live a charmed life. I deal with the same amount of fugly as the rest of the world, but I choose not to focus on it. Like this week - Monday was Izzy's day for turnout, but then an afternoon meeting kept me away from the barn on Tuesday. That's the day he should have been ridden.
On Wednesday, he came out of his stall pretty relaxed and seemed happy to see me. I groomed, tacked, up, and got on. We walked for a few moments, but then all hell broke loose. I could not figure out which horse I was on. Someone had clearly reversed time to six months ago, or some train wreck of a horse had been spray painted brown.
He R-E-F-U-S-E-D to be anything but a bolting piece of lumber. I schooled him for 45 minutes. I had him do serpentines, lots and lots of serpentines, in an effort to get him to soften his body somewhere. I tried letting him canter, but that just set his tension dial even higher.
In the end, he did sort of relax, but the whole thing was a hot mess of disappointment. After I rode, I pulled his tack and turned him out. He then proceeded to buck and gallop for another 45 minutes. He turned himself into a dripping, foaming, heaving sack of horse flesh. I had to hand walk him afterwards and then he spent some time in a cooler.
I went home totally discouraged and demoralized ...
Oh, my! can this horse leg yield. He can do it all day long. The only reason he doesn't do it perfectly is because my timing is a bit slow. Sometimes I let his haunches trail and other times I over-correct.
Maybe I need to skip all the lower level stuff and go straight for Second or Third Level. Flying changes and lateral work are just so "easy" for him. Maybe he think 20-meter circles are just too boring.
I am kidding of course ... mostly!