He's barefoot in the front, but he's sound. I am particularly grateful because I worried about him being sore simply because his soles might not have been hard enough to deal with the ground up close. I needn't have worried. He's also sporting bell boots 24/7 in case his sore tootsies were from the bruises on the walls of his hooves.
To put it mildly, Speedy has attended several church revival meetings this week where he has had more than one come to Jesus moment. Can I get an amen, sister?! I have a feeling that I am preaching to a choir of converts! I am not sure what in the hell happened, but that boy has decided to let me carry his entire weight in my two hands.
For a brief period, I spurred his little butt for 20 solid minutes while he bucked and kicked out all the while refusing to canter on the right lead. With enough motivation and preaching, he finally decided to just suck it up and c.a.n.t.e.r.
If we were to score a 60%, I would be over the moon happy, but since I haven't prepared as much I like, we'll be lucky to earn a 57%. I need to start memorizing the tests, I've barely looked at test 2, and get my butt in the right frame of mind. I know we can do this - we've been working hard all winter on developing more thrust and collection.
I just need to do my part by putting it all together. Go team Speedy!