Friday, April 16, 2010
My daughter banned me from wrapping my arm in matching pink vet wrap, but here are Bar and me in living color. This whole experience is giving me the opportunity to be creative with my training and explore new Thoroughbred distraction techniques. Meanwhile Steve got to experience exactly why it was I ended up with a broken arm.
I took Bar out for what was supposed to be a leisurely walk to move that knee gently while Steve rode her Royal Spottiness. Bar was not perfect, oh no. Take 1,200 pounds of bouncy Thoroughbred, wrap him up, tell the definition of speed and movement he needs to stop dancing because he's hurt (even if it obviously doesn't hurt him too much), and see what happens with the slightest provocation. Luckily, he did stay out of my bubble, though my right arm feels even more overworked than it did before. Movement is fine, just be sure to dance around me and not into me, thanks. Bar actually did a pretty good job with that, which was a relief.
Lena, on the other hand, was not so well-behaved and Steve found out that perhaps she needs a hair more discipline after all. It was dinner time, so when it became obvious that Steve intended to keep riding instead of allowing chow time, Lena zigged and zagged, then bucked when she had him off-balance and dumped him. He got back on and instructed her in the error of her ways, which is good since I was not able to do that the other day. Lena may be about to figure out how well Steve tolerates bratty, spoiled children. As in not at all--at least not once you cross that crucial line. A line she most definitely crossed.
Leeway is one thing, and I know Steve and are both guilty with out respective horses of allowing a little too much drift. I think we'll both be working on that balance for the near future at least.