At his most recent driving lesson, Greg graduated to solo for most of the session. Heretofore, Coach Kate had been standing behind him on the navigator’s platform. Without her presence, there was a discussion over who was in charge, horse or driver. The answer: Lyricc, at least for cones. ‘Listen, Dude, your job is to count. Tell me which cones come next. After that, stop with the micromanaging. I got this.’
There were a few rough spots. At one point, Lyricc shot forward at a strong trot. No big deal. Greg was never out of control. But my fevered imagination could extrapolate. Similarly, at another point, the cart was resting in what turned out to be a sticky spot. When asked to move off, Lyricc chose to back up back &/or go sideways instead. As above, NBD. My adrenaline did not have time to redline. It tried.
Perhaps I will adjust over time. During Greg’s first saddle seat driving lesson, I was a mess [Driving On]. Now, I’m perfectly happy to stomp all over him if we are in a class together [Show Report, Photos]. I hope the same thing happens for Combined Driving.
For those of you who watch your loved ones compete (Moms? GodMoms?), how do you DO it?
On a lighter note. From the VSE visiting the Franklin barn. (Very Small Equine. That’s what minis & co are officially called in Combined Driving.)
The cart & bell boots are equally adorable. [Originally posted in Announcement.]
OTOH, Hero has no idea that he is anything other than 10 feet tall & bulletproof.
Thank you for reading,