What’s Been Happening, Rodney

 

Between the ears at Stepping Stone Farm. Saddle seat barns are designed to ride in the aisle. Took me a long time to get used to this.

When we last heard from our hero, he was excited about his adventures off the farm [New Tank Syndrome].

Rodney Is Simple
The day after delivering the jump [Rollerskates], we took Rodney to SSF. He took the inaugural hop! And then he got himself all in a state because he was JUMPING. Yes, I want my horse eager to jump. This does not mean getting one’s panties in a wad about an 18″ crossrail. Save it for the 4′ jump-off.

Unlike Milton, Rodney works the same at home as he does abroad, for good or for ill. Yeah, he was interested in all! the! other! horses!, but that’s a normal response for someone who doesn’t get out much (trust me on this). He didn’t find reassurance in the small ring as we had expected. Covered ring, big ring, walking up the driveway, working at home, I had pretty much the same horse. This means we can work in the backyard rather than hauling him hither and yon.

Rodney Is Complicated
I get on. We walk about. I pick up the tiniest contact. Nothing else. Sitting quietly, asking my horse to walk gently around the ring. Whereupon Rodney slows down his pace, curls his head and neck assembly, jackknifes his turns, and basically ties himself into a pretzel. Then he gets mad because this is hard work. I’m like, ‘Dude, this whole pretzel thing was your idea.’

Knobs on 11 and a disproportionate response to stimuli. Le sigh.

Thank you for reading,
Katherine Walcott

Categories: Horses

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