After several days of work--hard, brain-draining, thinking, calculating work--I finally got to spend time with Calabar. Warm, fluffy, soft, fuzzy-nose time.
He was good for me, but Steve told me Bar was quite high earlier in the evening--rearing and dancing in his paddock while Steve grained and fed.
No wonder. He hadn't been out in three days.
Normally, walking him down to the arena when he's like this--especially in cool weather and when I'm in a hurry, both of which were the case tonight--is a recipe for dancing and spinning before we even get to the arena.
But either he had gotten most of his bounciness out or he realized to really work it out, he had to cooperate with me.
So he did. No bad behavior on the way to the arena, even in his normal spots--right inside the gate, even right after I let him go in the round pen.
He did want to run. And run. And run some more. And spin on his back end. Buck a little. Levitate a little, too.
Can I blame him? Nope. I know exactly how he feels. I have managed to keep doing a little yoga every day, but I used to walk every day, too. but that hasn't been happening a lot lately. The wiggles can set in really badly at about 2 in the afternoon, and I'm not a Thoroughbred, a horse bred to move all the time.
I confess to wanting a little more balance in my life right about now.