It Takes A Village
Riding Rodney is a group endeavor. Due to issues, I have have never ridden him without Greg in attendance. Time to change that. Did Rodney like it? Not so much. We lasted 8 minutes.
Tension from the rider? No. I could be deluding myself. Would not be the first time nor the first rider to do so. OTOH, I often rode Previous Horse and Mathilda by myself. Perhaps not ideal from a safety point of view, but riding solo is not a habit that freaks me out a priori.
Did I amplify his tension? Possibly. Probably. I will totally put my hand up to this. Especially since I am naturally a sedate, calming person.
Tension originating from the horse? Yes. I felt that I was sitting on a keg of dynamite. A small keg, with a long fuse, but a keg nonetheless. As proof, I offer that fact that he reverted to his old habit of popping out of gear at the halt [Meanwhile]. He has been nailing the statue maneuver lately [Feb 2107].
The “old habit” was less than five months ago, back in December of last year. Given our history, that’s lightning progress for Rodney & me.
In all cases, my response is the same. Pull my socks up and be the sedate, calm person that I need to be.
He used to be this way when his chaperone was present. He learned that. He will learn this.
Today is my wedding anniversary. Therefore, I would like to publicly thank the husband for being my village over the last 29 years.
Thank you for reading,