Anyway, these are from my third ride in the snow ever (Wednesday) and it was absolutely terrible. Lacey was a brat, there were trees all over the trail, and it was raining. However, we made it happen. :)
A large tree had fallen down (should have taken a picture, didn't think of it) over the trail we take to get down to the trails we ride on. I wanted to make it happen so I decided to try to find a way around the tree. To make a long story short, I ended up dropping Lacey's reins and she decided that was her cue to head home so she WALKED, just fast enough that I couldn't catch her, alllll the way home (thank goodness it was mid-morning in my super quiet neighborhood). Embarrassing. Also dangerous. Bad pony!!
She let me catch her when we got home and guess what? Sassy Pants and I went right back out. She was acting like she thought she was so clever when she got home but, for some reason, stopped acting like that as soon as she figured out that we we going back out...I wonder why? LOL!
We get back down to the downed tree and I ended up using scissors I had in my pocket to cut us a path through the tree+blackberry bushes. Then we went through and Lacey about climbed on top of me since she hates tight spaces like that. Thankfully I know this about her so I just walked slowly, kept her behind me, and was "a big meanie" (her words).
Then, I got on and we started for reals, an hour after we started.
The trail, 10 minutes along:
Miss "I have sum kool hur":
First real branch to deal with. She tried climbing over this going out but decided to go around coming back (when it comes to stuff like branches in our way, I let her do her thing, she usually has better ideas than I do). Going around was better than over since this was a belly height stick, silly horse!
This one was interesting. We got to perform our patented "Head Height Stick Maneuvering Technique". In a perfect world, she sticks her head under the stick and walks forward until I cue her to stop. Then she stops, I lift the stick over me, squeeze down on to her back with the stick over me, and cue her forward.
Lacey thinks we should be able to do this in one fluid motion so she often gets irritated at me for asking her to stop so I can lift the branch. Her favorite thing to do is to back fully out from under the stick and go for it again, like that's going to help me get my act together.
"Stop Lacey, stop!" hahaha!
Thank you Mr. Branch for making my horse filthy!
This one she just stepped over. Now that the trail isn't snowy I really want to jump it from a trot but I'm scared. Lol
These branches we went off to the left of. That was a mistake. There was so much mud over there, poor Lacey had to work so hard. But apparently mud is preferable to the stream on the other side...
Mr. "Raging" Stream (raging in Lacey's mind)
Lacey was not a fan. But she made it happen.
"Oh yes, is the Warmblood Keuring today? I think I shall make it into the Silver book. Mmmhmmm, yes."
She's finally a reasonable weight, just 950 pounds! Go her. Apparently working her 6 days a week, even at 27 years old, is the way to go. Fit AND fabulous.
Her EYE!!! Cracks me up. She was yawning.
[No worries, she was just yawning. Again]
In other news, I got her a new snaffle yesterday that she actually likes (a single jointed fulmer)!! I haven't ridden her in a snaffle since I first got her and she would throw a fit about it. Apparently not anymore. It was absolutely lovely. I plan to use the pelham again if she goes back to her old tricks but for now, I think this snaffle will be the ticket. Yay!