Life in the Slow Lane
One day last week, I went to the barn with the objective of improving our trotting in hand: a) we need this for agility work, b) trot sets/hill work on foot would get my lazy butt in gear, & c) last time I tried this, he stressed about the upshift to trot. So, good thing to work on.
When I went to put on the new, in-hand work, leather halter [Theory], Rodney panicked and ran to the other side of the pen. This was totally unexpected. He’s a pussycat about the grooming slip. You can drag it on one-handed while he pokes his nose over the fence. It didn’t occur to me that there would be a difference. The change in shape? The shiny, jangly metal parts? The new car smell? Who knows.
I have no idea was is terrifying about a leather halter. That is not for me to decide. Suddenly, the lesson for the day was about accepting the new headgear rather than trotting. I put the halter on over the grooming slip. Stood around for a while. Took it off. Lather … rinse … repeat ..
This is why I walk away [Best] if my empathy is not on max.