If you’re riding a horse, you’ve already won.
Awareness of the outside world. What the hell is happening in Portland. Unmarked cars?!? The symbolism is alarming. First they came … We must keep saying, Not Today. From Vox: The unmarked federal agents arresting people in Portland, explained, by Alex Ward, Jul 20, 2020, US Holocaust Memorial Museum: Martin Niemöller, & Atlantic: ‘First They Came’: The Poem of the Protests by Megan Garber, January 29, 2017.
You know the trot you have in a flat class at a schooling hunter show? Or in a local Intro dressage test? Or even a schoolie bopping around the ring? Enough hold on the reins to keep them from flapping in the breeze. Minimal steering. Happy kid on a happy pony.
That’s our destination. That’s what we are working towards.
Rodney has been getting alongside the idea that he is responsible for carrying his own head and neck. We can mostly walk, trot, and canter both directions on a loose rein. [Cameo]
The time has come to – drum roll – pick up the reins.
You think I jest.
Rodney cannot trot around in simple Horse 101 fashion. As soon as I touch the reins, he tucks his head into Dressage Frame ™. He’s hoping that I am impressed with the Fancy Front End (r) and will ignore the fact that his hind end is trailing out behind him like a toy duck on string.
We are working on trotting *with* rein contact *without* queuing the above response. A few circles at the walk. As little weight in the reins as I can manage. Nose stays out. One or two circles at the trot. Declare victory. Retire. Give him time to process the lesson.
It’s how I imagine training a baby horse would be. My geriatric, green horse.
Stay safe. Stay sane,