Given my epic lack of motivation lately [Inside My Head], the boys did very little last week. WHAM.
Since I was still pissy by the weekend, Greg lunged Rodney with a halter and saddle (!). In the past, Rodney has gotten wound up when lunged [Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet …]. He still had more go than was called for. He insisted on jumping the tiny cavaletti instead of trotting it & on continuing to trot instead of coming down to a walk. However, both the jumps and the trots were relaxed and springy (and beautiful. He’s a gorgeous horse.) This was the quietest he has ever worked for us. With a saddle, no less.
Inch by millimeter, we progress.
Thank you for reading,