Rodney and I did our mounting block exercise [Where]. Since the ground crew was absent, I did nothing tricksy. After a while, I got bored with sitting and did some flexion exercises from the ground. Look right, look left, give to the bit. Lather, rinse, repeat.
After any work session, I can tell Rodney’s mood by how fast he departs once I finish brushing him. On this day, he tried to leave before he was dismissed. He ground ties reliably enough (He’s within an enclosed space if I’m wrong) that I had dropped the rope and turned to get something from the grooming box. By the time I turned back, he had started to move away. He drifted out of my reach before I could grab the rope. However, I reacted fast enough to stomp on the end of the leadrope thereby forcing him to halt.
For all that Rodney is sweet and gorgeous, he is not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. I could see the thought balloon, ‘Huh! How did she do that?’ He now thinks I have a magic gravitational power that stops him in his tracks.
It’s all in the timing.